Boulavogue
Boulavogue
Patrick Joseph McCall |
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At Boulavogue as the sun was setting on the bright May meadows of Shelmaliar A rebel hand set the heather blazing and brought the neighbours from far and near Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack spurred up the rocks with a warning cry "Arm, arm", he cried, "for I've come to lead you, for Irelands freedom we'll fight or die" He led us on 'gainst the coming soldier, the cowardly yeomen we put to flight 'Twas at the Harra the boys of Wexford showed Bookies' reg'ment how men could fight Look out for hirelings, King George of England, search ev'ry country where breathes a slave For Father Murphy from the county Wexford sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave At Vinegar Hill o'er the pleasant Slaney our heroes vainly stood back to back And the Yoes at Tullow took Father Murphy and they burned his body upon the rack God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy, and open heaven to all your men For the cause that called you may call tomorrow in another fight for the green again This page has been viewed 1686 times |
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