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Scoil: Creathlach, Mainistir na Féile (uimhir rolla 16371)

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An Chreatalach Thiar, Co. Luimnigh
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Dáithí Mac an Bháird
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Modh:
Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0485, Leathanach 093

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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0485, Leathanach 093

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  1. XML Scoil: Creathlach, Mainistir na Féile
  2. XML Leathanach 093
  3. XML “A Local Song”

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  1. A Local Song (ar lean)

    “Without hesitation we have got a proclamation.”

    Roinn Roinn Postáil
    (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)
    A Local Song
    Without hesitation we have got a proclamation
    To free our nation as they say from crime.
    To stop the League and intimidation
    And make us pay our rack rents in time.
    But all the laws that a hellish parliament
    Or English scoundrils can devise
    Won't make us cease from agitating.
    Till we free our nation from rogues and spies.
    II
    Now this proclamation was an imitation
    Of its predecessors who were killed and slain
    Whose whole ambition and full intention
    Was to suppress the plan of campaign
    But the men of Bodyke and famed Goolfreany
    And not forgetting brave Herbertstown
    Held up their banners and fought courageous
    Until they b[r]ought their own rack rents crumbling down
    III
    Long live brave Gladstone and his English allies.
    And not forgetting our own MPs
    Who have always laboured both late and early
    To drive from Erin those stinging bees
    I mean the landlords or hellhound Tories
    Who have bound our nation with coercion chains
    Despite those terrors we'll fight and conquer
    While Celtic blood flows in our veins
    They may arrest us, what matter sure if we go to jail
    There are men men before us who'll join in chorus
    With ringing for old Grania Uaile
    Now my lines are ended be no offended,
    With brave Parnell's band we'll join heart and hand
    In a native Parliament in College Green.
    Told to Kathleen Woulfe
    South Keale
    Athea by her uncle
    John Woulfe of same address
    John Woulfe aged 43
    Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.
    Stair Athraigh
    Topaicí
    1. seánra
      1. filíocht
        1. filíocht na ndaoine (~9,504)
    Teanga
    Béarla
    Bailitheoir
    Kathleen Woulfe
    Inscne
    Baineann
    Seoladh
    An Caol, Co. Luimnigh
    Faisnéiseoir
    John Woulfe
    Gaol
    Duine gaolta (nach tuismitheoir ná seantuismitheoir)
    Inscne
    Fireann
    Aois
    43
    Seoladh
    An Caol, Co. Luimnigh