School: Gort an Iubhair
- Location:
- Gort na nIúr, Co. Ros Comáin
- Teacher: Donncha Ó Fiachra
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0242, Page 097
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- Bold Jack Donoghue
Popular ballad of fifty years ago
Sung by John Phillips age seventy two years
16 ,, 2 ,,'38
In Dublin I was brought up in that city of great fame,
My parents reared me tenderly which many knows the same,
For being a bold "United" boy they sent me across the main,
For seven long to New South Wales to wear the Convict chain.I was no longer than six months upon the Australian shore,
When I turned out with the Fenian boys as I often done before,
There was Mac Namara from yonder woods and captain Machay too,
They were my chief associates of brave Jack Donoghue.I was walking out one evening; it was a Monday afternoon,
When its little was my notion that my death would be so soon,
When a sergeant of the Horse Police discharged his carabine,
And loudly cried to O Donoghue you'll fight or else resign.To resign to you you cowardly dog its a thing I never will do,
I'd rather fight with all my might cried bold Jack Donoghue,
I'd range those woods and valleys like a wolf or a kangaroo,
Before I'd fight for an English Government and bold Jack Donoghue.Nine rounds then fired the Horse Police till at length the fatal ball,
Loged in the breast of O Donoghue which caused hem for to fall,
And as he closed his mournful eyes to this world he bade adieu(continues on next page)
