School: An Maoilín, Ráth Droma
- Location:
- Maoilín, Co. Chill Mhantáin
- Teacher: -
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0918, Page 104
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- (continued from previous page)and the green and the white in her hair
The Leader, he sprang from his courser,
As light as a hawk from the air.XI
He pressed her fair hand to his bosom;
She felt the big throb of his heart
"My Mary I'll love thee for ever,
Till God on this earth will us part"XII
They led out a horse on the heather
She patted his neck with her hand
Then sprang on his back like a feather
And stood in the midst of the bandXII
The leader was soon in his saddle
"Castle Ruddery's ruins" he cried
"The priest house is near to Green's river
And here is the ring for my bride."XIII
Away dashed the cavalcade fleetly.
By beauty and chivalry led.
With their carbines aflash in the sunlight
And the saucy cockades on their headXIV
The priest he demurred and he pleaded
The maiden she blushed and she frowned(continues on next page)
