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1. The Slave in the Dismal Swamp

   

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   The Slave in the Dismal Swamp. In the dark ferns of the Dismal Swamp The hunted Negro lay! He saw the fire of the midnight camp And heard at times a horse's tramp And a blood hounds distant bay Where will o' the wisps and glow worms shine In bulrush and in brake Where waving mosses shroud the pine And cedar grows, and the poisonous vine Is spotted like the snake. Where hardly a human foot could pass Or a human heart would dare, On the quaking turf of the green morass, He crouched in the rank and tangled grass, Like a wild beast in his lair. A poor old slave, infirm and lame, Great scars deformed his face On his forehead he bore the brand of shame And the rags that hid his mangled frame Were the livery of disgrace.

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   1. seánra
      1. filíocht
         1. filíocht na ndaoine (~9,504)

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   T. B. Naughton