Scoil: Clochar na Trócaire, Drangan (uimhir rolla 7232)

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1. The Walls of Rare Clonmel - by A Drangan Boy

   

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   I
   My darling dwelt by Suir side,
   'Mid the green woods of Gurteen,
   When I became his happy bride,
   And love lit up the scene;
   Our days were then a round of joy,
   No sorrows on us fell,
   'Tis Cromwell's butchers hover'd high
   The walls of Rare Clonmel
   II
   My darling left our native vale,
   And in O'Neill's proud van,
   His plume e'er fluttere'd in the gale,
   Where the combat fiercest ran;
   'Twas then the tears well'd in my eyes
   As, o'er the conflicts swell,
   I heard the warning victor cries -
   "The walls of Rare Clonmel,

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