At Boolavogue as the sun was setting
O’er the bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbours from far and near.
We took Camolin and Enniscorthy,
And Wexford storming drove out our foes;
‘Twas at Sliabh Coillte our pikes were reeking
with crimson stream of the beaten Yeos.
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 Ireland’s freedom we’ll fight or die."
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Ok, i was getting a bit patriotic there. Anyway, here goes my first challenge entry.....
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