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- This was a favourite song in this locality years ago. It was composed by Darby Ryan of Bansha who heard from the spailpín the treatment Darby O Leary gave him at the Potato digging.
Darby O Leary was a terrible miser. He lived in Ballyfaskin in this parish. His two grandsons Tom and Pat live in the holding still. They are eking out a miserable existence, the place being mortgaged and worked by Walsh & Sons, merchants, Ballylanders.
One evening of late as I happened to stray
To the Galbally mountains I soon found my way
To dig the potatoes or work by the day
I hired with a Galbally farmer.
I asked him how far we were bound to go.
The night was dark and the north winds did blow
I was hungry and tired and my spirits were low
I could neither drink whiskey nor cordial.
He made me no answer but mounted his steed
To the Galbally Mountains he rode with great speed
I certainly thought that my heart it would bleed(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.