Scoil: Garrysallagh

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1. Orwin and Sebana

   

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   Mild shone the moon o'er Sheelin's wave,
   And silent night involved the world,
   When Orwin left his secret cave,
   Where round his home the white waves curled:
   From splendid domes and festive halls,
   By war's oppressive power driven,
   Alone he mourned an early fall -
   Nor felt a hope save that of heaven.
   The last of Irish Chiefs he
   Who dared to brave proud Cromwell's power -
   Now conquered and compelled to flee
   For safety to this moss grown tower.

   Within a solitary Isle,
   By Sheelin's murmuring wave surrounded,
   The ruins of Gothic pile
   Received him joyless and confounded.
   Lonely he wandered on the shore,
   And signed for friends in battle fallen:
   Again he sees them drenched in gore
   As fondly each dear name's recalled
   "Where are the brave" he sadly cried,
   "Dear lovely Erin! once thy glory, -

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