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1. Ballyshannon Lane (continued)

   

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   all in flames.
   My three uncles fell, their names I'll tell were Michael, Tom and James.
   My Aunt Kate when at the gate, herself and her child were slain.

   
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   My Mother too God rest her soul could show you where they fell,
   For in the field beyond Doyles house they fought manfully and well.
   And behind Kehoe's where we chase our foes there was many a hessian slain.
   Six bayonets pressed in the rebels breast in Ballyshannon Lane

   
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   That ends the song my mother sang unto my youthful ears,
   And for weeks and weeks down rolled my cheeks the hot and bitter tears.
   My Uncle Mike gave me a pike saying try the hills again,
   If Ireland needs I'm here to bleed for Ballyshannon Lane.

   

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