School: Sheanmore (roll number 16197)
- Location:
- An Sián Mór, Co. Mhaigh Eo
- Teacher: Síghle Ní Dhonnchadha
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- At the lonely hour of midnight each man leaped on his steed.
Down moor and vale to Cullen we dashed with lightning spped;
Then eagerly we galloped to Ballyneety wall
Where lay our foes encampments with guns and sore and all
Give the word! "The word is Sarsfield and Sarsfield is the man:
And here I am" our general cried as down on them we ran.
Then God he cleared the firmament: the moon and stars gave light.
And for the battle of the Boyne we had revenge that night.
When the convoy all was scattered
- Collector
- Bríghid Ní Ódhra
- Gender
- Female
