School: Áth na bhFearchan (roll number 5500)

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1. Béaloideas Áth na bhFearchoin (continued)

   

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   But I didn't think at all,
   The word it would go round.
   But watchful boys were on their feet,
   They rambled up that day
   And they marked me on the list
   As having cut Tom's hay.

   IV
   When I came home, I said to myself
   The country is settled down
   Tomorrow I'll drive my mare to cross
   I'm sure to earn a crown
   With a Land League ticket in my hat
   I thought I'd pass that way
   But two stout fellows grasped my horse
   Saying, you cut the grabber's hay
   But when I reached the town of Cross,
   No stabling I'd get there,
   The RIC were ordered out
   to guard myself and mare.

   V
   O! gentlemen I said,
   What have I done this day?
   O hold your tongue they all cried
   You cut the grabber's hay
   Being afraid to go home by the crooked bridge
   I faced for Carrickanare,
   But Father O Dane met myself and more

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   Languages

   Irish

   English

   Collector

   Maire Ní Maothgháin

   Gender

   Female