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Author of the tivo Epic Poems, " Deirdre " and" Blanid";

of "Legends of the Wars in Ireland" ;

and of " Irish Fireside Tales"

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IN the notes of " Ballads of Irish Chivalry,"
reference, for airs of songs, is often made to
" Joyce's Old Irish Folk Music and Songs." This
book, containing about 800 Irish airs and songs
never before published, edited by Dr. P. W. Joyce,
is now in the Press, and will be ready early in

Details later on.

See the last item in the Catalogue at the end of
Ballads of Irish Chivalry."


THE first collected edition of my brother's poems was
published in 1861 by James Duffy of Dublin, when the
author was a medical student in Cork : the second in
1872 when he was a physician with a large practice in
Boston, United States. This second edition which
was published by Patrick Donahue of Boston contained
a great number of new pieces which had never previously
appeared in Ireland ; but very soon after it had come
from the press it was destroyed in the great Boston fire
of 1872 ; so that for many yeara it has been impossible to
procure a copy of these Poems.

The Ballads in this book therefore, with the exception
of a few well-known pieces, will come before the present
generation with all the freshness of a new publication.

In 1868 and 1871 he published in Boston two small
volumes of Irish Tales in prose "Legends of the Wars
in Ireland," and " Irish Fireside Tales " : and several
others of his prose stories all on Irish themes were
contributed to various magazines, but have not yet been
issued in book form.

In 1876 his epic Poem of "Deirdre" was published in
Boston, founded on the story of " The Fate of the
Sons of Usna." This was a great success. In 1879 his
second epic was brought out also in Boston :
"Blanid," founded on the story of the tragic death of



the great hero Curoi mac Dairk of Caherconree. This also
was well received.

Early in September, 1883, the author returned to
Dublin, broken down in health : and from that time
my wife and myself attended his bedside in this house,
till his peaceful death, on the 24th of October, 1883.
It was a great happiness to him that he received the
last consolations of religion from his old friend,
Father Charles P. Meehan.

Acting as my brother's representative, I have edited
this Selection of " Ballads of Irish Chivalry," lovingly
and carefully. All his latest emendations and finishing
touches, as I found them marked in his press copy, are
here reproduced ; and I am myself responsible for some
alterations and corrections. Short notes and prefatory
remarks have been appended by me where it appeared
desirable or necessary.

In selecting the particular pieces, I was guided mainly by
the literary standard, retaining those which from that
point of view I judged to be the best. They all breathe the
author's intense love of Ireland and of Ireland's lore ;
and I confidently expect that they will be welcomed and
enjoyed for their freshness, their vigorous nationality,
and their simple and transparent style.




September, 1908.


[The names of the pieces are in Roman letters : all other entries are in

Adieu, Lovely Mary, 175.

Affane in Waterford, 41.

Alter the Battle, 46.

Ahasullus in Glenanaar, 120.

Aherlo-w, Glen of, 82.

Along with my Love I'll go, 146.

Anner riv., 37, 205.

Antrim, 69.

Araglin rtv., 106.

Ardfinnan on the Suir, 54.

Ardpatrick, Co. Linik., 6, 102, 119,

131. 152.

Asthoreen Mochree, 73.
Aubeg or Mulla Riv. The, 42, 99.
Avonmore, the Blackwater, 47, 106.

Baal Fires, 192.
Bagenal, Sir Henry, 57.
Ballagh-a-thloo, at Clonodfoy, 132.
Ballingaddy near Kilmallnck, 63.
Ballyhoura Jiffs., 42, 99, 128, 165,


Ballynahovjn near Ardpatrick, 63.
Ballyneety near Limk, Jttnct., n,

20, 212.

Bally organ in Li ink., 132, 133.
Baltimore in Cork, 149.
Banks of Anner, The, 205.
Banshee, a fairy mourner, 73, 182,


Bantry in W. Cork, 119.
Barna, i.e. Barnageeha, q. v.
Barnaderg or Redchair, 89.
Barnageeha Hill, 134.
Barnalee, The Watchfire of, 27, 46.
Bameivell,Lord Trimblestun's son, I.
Baron and the Miller, The, 48.
Barrys of Cork, The, 106, 153.
Battle of Benburb, 56.
Battle of Kilteely, 78.
Battle of the Raven's Glen, 119.
Beare, barony in W. Cork, 119.
Bearhaven in W. Cork, 121.
Before the battle, 27.

Benburb, Battle of, 56.
Benn Gar in the Galtys, 37, 83, 171.
Black Abbey in Kilkenny, 173.
Black Cathleen,the" Wise Woman,"


Black Robber, The, 62, 63.
Blackrock Mt. in Limk., 102, 103,


Blacksmith of Limerick, The, 21.
Blackwater in Munster, The, 47,

106, 201.

Black-water in Ulster, The, 56.
Blind Girl of Glenore, The, 108.
Boys of Wexford, The, 96.
Brandenburgh regiment, 21.
Brefney in Leitrim, 154.
Bregoge riv., too, 120, 128.
Bride riv., 140.

Bridge of Glanwillan, The, 201.
Brigade, The Irish, 147, 174, 177.
Brigade's Hurling Match, The, 177.
Brosna riv. in Westmeath, i.
Bruff, Co. Limerick, 131, 151.
Burke, Thomas, 78.
Burning of Kilcolman, The, 128.
Butlers of Ormond, The, 38.
Buttevant, Co. Cork, 104, 128, 131.

Callan riv. near Armagh, 57.

Carnage riv. in Limk., 79.

Candles in Windows at Night, 25,


Cannon, The, 195.
Carrick-on-Suir, 37.
Carriganoura, Cragnour, Castle, 61.
Carrigcleena near Mallow, 32, 47,

126, 127.

Carrigeennamronety Mt., 81, 89.
Carron A/f. : see Corrin.
Carrow riv. near Croom, 122.
Castlehaven, Lord, 166.
Castle Hill over Clonodfoy, 131.
Castlemaine in Kerry, 122.
Castle Oliver near Kilfinane, 132.


CastlepooknearDoneraile, 100, 104.
Cathleen, Black, the " Wise

Woman," 31.

Charleville, Co. Cork, 99, 128.
Clann Baskin, 120.
Clann Afoma, 120.
Cleena the fairy queen, 28, 30, 32,

126, 127, 150.

Clodiagh riv. in Waterford, 179.
Cloghleigh Castle, 166.
Clonodfoy near Kilfinane, 131, 132,

Coach Road at Castle Oliver, 132.
Cock and (.he Sparrow, The, 61.
Coming Bridal, The, 191.
Commoge riv., 79.
Condons, The, 61, 106, 166.
Coonagh in Limerick, 78.
Corrin, Corrinmore, Carron, 81, 128,


Coumfea Ml. in Waterford, 190.
Coumshingawn in Waterford, 190.
Coyne and Livery, 40.
Crag E evil I or Craglea, 14.
Croom or Crom in Limk., 47, 123,


Cullen near Limk. Junct., II, 212.
Cummeragh Mts., 49, 157, 161.
Curragh, a wicker-boat, 154.

Dark Gilliemore, Ballad of, 37.

Darra, 60, 74, 81, 121, 131 : see

De Burgo, 78 : see Burke.

Decies in Waterford, 39.

Deena Shee, fairies, 180.

Derrinlaur near Clonmel, 49.

De Rupe, now Roche (which see) :
106. See the ballad of Young
De Rupe.

Desmond, Earls of, 38, 54, 123.

Diarmid Mor, 147.

Donall, Sir, 99.

Doneraile in Cork. 76, 99, 100.

Donn, the faity king, 28.

Doon Castle in Keriy, near Bally-
bunion, in.

Drynan Dhun, The, 25.

Duarrigle near Kanturk, 104.

Dun Grod near Galbally, 82.

Dunnalong Castle, 149.

Dying Ballad-Singer, The, 59.

Earl Gerald and his Bride, 28.
Easmort Waterfall, 8, 62, 65, 102,

Eevinn or Eevill, the fairy queen

of Craglea, 14.
Eileen of the golden hair, 193.

Eileen's Lament for Gerald, 47.
Enchanted War-horse, The, in.
Eveleen, no.

Fairies, in, 132, 180.

Fairies in raths, 26.

Fair Maidens' beauty will soon fade

away, 69.

Fairy Mill, The, 76.
Fairy queen, The, 83. See Cleena

and Eevin.

Fairy Wand, Romance of the, 82.
Feale riv., The, 150.
Fermoy, 100.

Fertullagh in Westmeath, i.
Finneen O'Driscoll the Rover, 149.
First Night I was Married, The, 174.
FitzGeralds, The, 38, 139, 145.
Flame that burned so brightly, Tho,


Foiling, a mantle, 39.
Fontenoy, 195.

Forest Fairy, Song of the, 53.
Four Comrades, The, 27, 46, 179.
Funshion Riv., Co. Cork, 108, 109,

155, 166, 191.

Gairha river near Clonodfoy, 133.
Galloglass, 4, 101, 129.
Galloglasses, The Two, 70.
Galloping O'Hogan, 12, 137.
Galloping O'Hogan, Song of, 137.
Galty Mts., 82.
Garrett, earl of Desmond, 38.
Garrett, the Great Earl of Desmond,

or Garrod Earla, 16.
Geraldines : see FitzGeralds.
Glannagear at Killaiiiillin, 202.
Glamvillan, 201.

Glanvjorth, Cork, 106, 108, 144, 155.
Glenagaddy near Kilfinane, 62.
Glenanaar, 19, 43, 76, 78, 81, 120,

193, 196, 201.

Glenanner near Clonmel, 37, 205.
Glenara, 81.

Glendarra, 45 : see Darra.
Glenea near Ardpatrick, 152.
Glengarriff in Cork, 119, 153.
Glennaive at Ardpatrick, 131.
Glenore : see Glanworth.
Glenosheen in Co. Limk., 81, 99,

102, 103, 206.

Glenroe in Limk., 74, 200.
Golden Helmet, Romance of the, 157.
Golden Spurs, Romance of the, 139.
Gra gal Machree, 145.
Greendove and the Raven, The, 155.
Grena: see Lyre-na-Grena.
Gurma near Mitchelstown, 45.


Hallow Eve, 25, 35.

Happy Christmas Days long ago,

The, 199.

Hobbeler, a horseman, 39.
Houra '. see Ballyhoura.
How Sarsfield destroyed the siege

train, n.
Hurling, the Game of, 177.

fmokilly^ in Cork, 139.

Inchiquin, Murrogh O'Brien, earl

of, 166.

Irish Brigade, The, 147, 174.
I wish I sat by Grena's side, 162.

Johnny Dunlea, 6=;.
Joy-Bells, The, 198.

Keeper Hill near Limk., 1 1 .

Kenmare Bay, 119.

Kern, 4, 101, 129.

Kilbeheny near Mitchclstown, 145.

Kilbrannon, 66.

Kilcolman Castle, 104, 128.

Kilcruig hill, 81.

Kilfinane, Co. Limk., 76, 81, 119,


Kilkenny, 171.
Killawillin in Cork, 201.
Kilmallock, 78, 89, 101.
Kilmore near Mallow , 47, no.
Kilnamullagh, 131 : see Buttevant.
Kilteely, Battle of, 78.
Kimaultha Mi. near Limk., n.
Kinmagown near Cullen, u, 12.
Knockagarraunbaun : see Castle


Knockanaffrin in Waterford, 182.
Knockbrone, 81, 89.
Knockea hill in Limk., 81, 89, 103.
Knockfierna hill, 28, 127.

Lady's Turn near Clonodfoy, 132.
Lady's Walk near Clonodfoy, 132.
Leitrim Castle, 154.
Light in Windows on Christmas

Eve and Hallow Eve, 25, 200.
Limerick, n, 211.
Linnet, The, 197.
Limerick, siege of, n, 211.
Little Red Rath, The, 131.
Little Thomas, 54.
Lombardy, 177.

Long Mountain in Limk., 133.
Loobagh riv. at Kilmallock, 101.
LordLucan'. see Sarsfield.
Lough Bo near Glenosheen, 133.
Lough Ennell in Westmeath, i.
Lough Gur in Limk., 16, 102.

Lusmore, foxglove, 67, 112.
Lyons family of Cork, 123.
Lyr-na-Grena, 102, 103, i6a, 211.
Lyre-na-Freaghaun, 102, 103, 119,

Maigue riv. in Limk., 47, 122, 123,

136, 137-

Maine riv. in Kerry, 5 7 .
Mairgread Ban, 74.
Mallow, 78, 125.
Manning Ford, Battle of, 166.
Margaret, 162.
Maud of Desmond, 12?.
Mee-na-malla, honeymoon, 199.
Merry Christmas Fire, The, 156.
Mitchelstown Cavern, The, 82.
Mizen Head in Cork, 150.
Malaga near Kildorrery, 108, 156.
Moneen, a kind of jig, 117.
Monroe, General, 56, 58.
Mountains High, The, 143
Mournful Squire, Ballad of the, 37.
Mulla or Aubegriv., 42, 99, 106.
Mumhan, Munster, 63.
My first love, 67.
Myles O'Reilly the Slasher, 57.

Nagles' Mts. in Cork, 202.
New-mown Hay. The, 92.
Nier Riv. near Clonmel, 27.
Noneen riv. near Ardpatrick, 63.
Norris, Sir Thomas, 78.
North Cork Militia, 10.

Oaks of Houra, The, 210.

O'Brien, Murrogh, the Burner, 166.

O''Conpr, Owney Oge, of Offaly, i.

O'Driscolls, The, 149.

O, fair shines the sun on Glenara,


Offaly in Kildare, i.
Ogeen (Glenanaar) riv., 99, 120.
O'Grady, Dr. Standish H., 133.
O'Hogan, Galloping, 12, 137.
O'Hogan, Galloping, Song of, 137.
O'Keeffe.s, The, 104.
Old love and the new love, The, 9.
Oliver's Folly near Clonodfoy, 131.
O'Neill, Owen Roe, 56.
O'Reilly, Myles, the Slasher, 57.
Ormond, Earl of , 37, 38.
O'Ruarks, The, 154.
O' Sullivan Beare, 119.
O'Sullivan's Retreat, 153.
Oulartin Wexford, 10.
Ounanaar, the Glenanaar Riv., 19,

43. ?6, 99. 103, 105, 120.
Ounnageeragh riv.. 102, 103, 135.


Pale, The, round Dublin, 70.
Pilgrim, The, 93-
Plantations, The, 144.
Pooka, The, 100.
Portland on the Shannon, 154.
Poulaflaikin, Poulaftaikeen, 102,
103, 120.

Quicken Tree or Rowan Tree, 29.

Raheenroe at Clonodfoy, 131.

Rapparees, 144.

Rapparee's horse and sword, The,


Rathgoggan : see Charleville.
Raths haunted by fairies, 26.
Raven's Glen, Battle of the, 119.
Raven's skull, draught from, 31.
Redchairor Barnaderg, 89.
Red Hand of Ulster, 58.
Red Rath : see Raheenroe.
Red rose and the white, The, 125.
Riddera Fionn or White Knight,


Roche, family of , 170.
Romance of the Fairy Wand, 82.
Romance of the Golden Helmet,

Romance of the Golden Spurs, 139.
Romance of the Stone Coffin, 89.
Roving Brian O'Connell, 163.
Rowan or Quicken Tree, 29.

Saint Anne's Well near Ard-

patrick, 63.

Saint Stephen's Night, 194.
Samain : see Hallow Eve.
Sappho, 198.

Sarsfield destroys the siege train, n.
Sarsfield's Rock, n.
Sarsfield's Trooper, Song of, 211.
See/in Mt. in Limk., 81, 102, 103, 200.
Seneschals of Imokilly, 139.
Sefmra Nora at Knockbrone, 89.
Sheehan, Very Rev. Dr., P.P., 76,

177- .

Sherkin 1st. near Cape Clear, 149.
Sir Donall, 99.

; Slieve. Felim Rffs., 11,212.
Slievenamon in Tipperary, 205.
Slievenamuck Mt., 82.
Song of Galloping O'Hogan, 137.
Song of Sarsfield's Trooper, 211.
Song of the Forest Fairy, 53.
Song of Tren the fairy, 87.
Spalpeen, The, 116.
Spenser, Edmund, poet, 100, 128,


Spoutmoor : see Easmore.
Stone Coffin, Romance of the, 89.
Stormy Sea shall flow in, The, 138.
Suir river, The, 172, 205.
Sunny Gleneigh, 152.

Tar river near Clonmel, 37.
Templemolaga in Cork, 108.
Thomas the Black, earl of Oimoini ,


Ttmanoge, the pagan heaven, 82.
To a Bird, 209.
Tories, The, 144.
Tren the Fairy, Song of, 87.
Turlaggan, now Tooraleagan, near

Mitchelstovjn, 45.
Two Galloprlasses, The, 70.
Tyrrell, Captain, of Fertullagh, i.
Tyrrell's Pass, Battle of, i.

Vavasour, Sir Charles, 166.
Vinegar Hill in Wexford, 98.

Wanderer, The, 165.
Watchfire of Barnalee, The, 27.
Waterfall, The, 207.
Well of the Omen, The, 6.

White Knight, The, 145.
White Ladye, The, 131.

Wilderness, The, at Clonodfoy, -L\\.

Wild Geese, The, 174.

Will of Glenore, 144.

William III., King, n.

Ye llovj Ford, Battle of the, 57.
Young De Rupe, 170. See De

You're a dear land to me, 206.


1. PORTRAIT OF THE AUTHOR, . . Facing Title-page


3. QUEEN CLEENA AND EILEEN, . . ,, p. 35


(The first from a photograph : the three last designed'
and drawn by John O'Hea.)



In 1597, during the O'Neill war, young Barnewell, son of
Lord Trimbleston, marched south from Mullingar with 1000 men
to crush the small Irish army of 400 under Captain Tyrrell, an
active and able leader, chief of Fertullagh in "Westmeath. Tyrrell
intercepted him at Tyrrell's Pass in the south of Westmeath,
then a long narrow firm passage, with bogs and brushwood on
both sides. He placed half of his little army in ambush at the
Mullingar end of the pass, under Owney Oge 0' Conor chief of
Offaly in Kildare : then retreating before Barnewell, he drew
him on through the pass till he had caught him between the
two detachments. At the proper moment 0' Conor sounded the
signal ("The Tyrrells' March" on the bagpipes), when Tyrrell
suddenly turned round, and Barnewell was attacked front and
rear. His army was annihilated, and he himself was taken

Lough Ennell and the river Brosna are near TyrrelTs Pass.

BY the flow'ry banks of Brosna the burning sunset fell
In many a beam and golden gleam on hill and mead and

And from thy shores, bright Ennell, to the far-off mountain

Over plain and leafy wild wood there was peace and quiet


Brave Tyrrell sat that summer eve amid the woody hills,
With Captain Owney at his side, by Brosna's shining



Brave Tyrrell of the flying camps and Owney Oge the

And round them lay their followers the forest glade

along ;
Four hundred men of proof they were, those warriors

free and bold ;
In many a group they sat around the green skirts of the



The sun had set upon their camp, the stars were burning

All save the Chief and Owney Oge were sleeping in their

light ;
And they sat downward where the stream was singing its

deep song,
Planning fierce raid and foray bold that starry twilight

"By my good faith," said Tyrrell, "for days we've

wandered wide,
And on no foe, still, high or low, our good swords have

we tried ;
There's many a keep around us here, and many a traitor

And we should have a town or keep ere another sun goes

Answered Owney : " Or may fortune send young Barne-

well's forces here :
A pleasant fight in the cool of night for me in the

starlight clear !"


Sudden they ceased, and to their feet both warriors

instant sprang,
And down the little streamlet's bed their challenge

fiercely rang :


They'd heard a sound beside the stream, as if some forest

Awak'ning from his nightly dreams amid the leaves, had

A password : then a stealthy step like a wolf from out his

And their trusty spy of the falcon eye stood right before

them there.
" Young Barnewell, with a thousand men, high boasting

at their head,
Will find ye here in these green glades at morning light,"

he said ;

Then vanished silent as he came beneath the forest shade,
And the clank of sabres followed him on his pathway

through the glade.


For his comrades at their leader's call beside the

streamlet's bank

Were filing from their ferny beds in many a serried rank ;
And now along their ordered lines Fertullagh's accents

came :
" The foeman through our native fields speeds down with

sword and flame :
We'll meet him as we ever did ; and though we are but

We'll meet him in the eastward pass, and give him

welcome due ! "
They gained that pass when morning leapt above the

eastern wave,
And half his men to Owney Oge the hardy chieftain

gave :
"Now lie ye here in ambush close while we retreat

And when the last of the band have passed we'll spring

upon the foe ! "




There came no sound from those ambushed men as they

crouched among the fern,
But the deep breath of the galloglass,* or whispering of

the kern ;
The light breeze rustling through the boughs in the leafy

woods all round ;
The chirp and song of the busy birds : was heard no other


And now along the misty plain shone out the morning ray
On Barnewell's bright and serried files all burning for the

A thousand valiant men they were from Meath's broad

fertile plain,
And when they saw Fertullagh's files they cried, in high

" Two hundred men to stem our charge ! We'll scatter

them like chaff ! "
Then poured them through that perilous pass with mocking

cheer and laugh.


Now Tyrrell flies ; but turns when he hears " The

Tyrrells' March " ring out :
He answers with the trumpet note and the galloglasses'

The startled wolf leaps from his lair : u Croak, croak,"

cry the ravens hoarse ;
"We'll soon have food for each hungry brood the rider

and the horse."

* Galloglass, a heavy-armed foot-soldier. Kern, a light-
armed foot-soldier. The galloglasses were large-limbed and
fierce, and were noted for their fatal dexterity in the use of the


And out like wolves from the forest gloom on a close-
packed herd of deer,

Two hundred ran on the foeman's van, two hundred on the
rear :

The kern go darting right and left, with their guns and
gleaming pikes,

Woe worth the day for the struggling foe where'er their
weapon strikes :

The giant galloglass strides down with vengeance in his

Wild yelling out his charging shout like a thunder-clap on


Now in the narrow open pass the battle rolls along ;
Now 'mid the bogs and woods each side the fighting

warriors throng ;

As hounds around a hunted wolf some forest rock beneath,
Whence comes no sound save the mortal rush and the

gnash of many teeth,
Their charging shouts die gradual down no sound rolls

outwards save
The volley of the fatal gun, and the crash of axe and


O, life it is a precious gem, yet many there will throw
The gem away in that mortal fray for vengeance on their

In deadly silence still they fight, till the pass is covered

With war-steeds strong, and soldiers slain, and many a

gory tide.


Hurrah ! that shout it rolleth out with cadence wild and

stern ;
'Tis the triumph roar of the galloglass, and the fierce yell

of the kern.


The foeman flies before their steel but not for far he

In the narrow pass, in the bogs and scrubs on either side,

he dies.
Where'er he speeds death follows him like a shadow in

his tracks
He meets the gleam of the fearful pike and the murderous

Young Barnewell was made prisoner fighting bravely in

the van,
And his comrades all fell slain around him save one

single man :
That man they sped, and away he fled, unharmed by

That he might tell how his comrades fell that morn at
Tyrrell's Pass.


Ardpatrick, a green hill, two miles west of Kilfinane, Co.
Limerick, with a venerable abbey ruin, and an extensive church-
yard on the top (see " The White Ladye " farther on). " The
Well of the Omen" (" St. Patrick's Well") is a perpendicular
open shaft near the ruin, a yard in diameter and about 12 feet
deep, with water at the bottom, originally constructed more
than a thousandVears ago to supply the community of monks
with water, long before the enclosure was turned into a grave-
yard. This deep well is still there, but some rubbish has fallen
down, and the water is no longer visible. The legend of the
shadows, as told in the second verse, was current round
Ardpatrick in and before the early part of the last century.


AT morn up green Ard-Patrick the Sunday bell rang

And downward came the peasants with looks of merry



With many a youth and maiden by pathways green and


To hear the Mass devoutly and say the Sunday prayer ;
And the meadows shone around them while the skylarks

gay were singing,
And the stream sang songs amid the flowers and the

Sunday bell was ringing.

There is a well sunk deeply by old Ard-Patrick's wall ;
Within it gaze the peasants to see what may befall :
Who see their shadows down below, they will have merry

cheer ;

Who see not any shadows shall die within the year.*
There staid the youths and maidens where the soft green

grass was springing,
While the stream sang songs amid the flowers and the

Sunday bell was ringing.


Out spoke bold Rickard Hanlon : "We'll see what may

'Twas to young Bride Mac Donnell the flower among
them all,

" Come see if ours be sorrow or merry wedlock's band !"

Then took the smiling maiden all by the lily hand ;

And there they knelt together, their bright looks down-
ward flinging,

While the stream sang songs amid the flowers and the
Sunday bell was ringing.


They looked into the water, but no shadows saw below:
The dark dark sign of evil ! Ah, could it e'er be so ?

* I often, when a boy, looked down and always saw my own
shadow. P. W. J.


Full lightly laughed young Rickard although his heart

was chill,
And with fair Bride Mac Donnell and all went down the

To hear the Mass devoutly, with the soft airs round them

While the stream sang songs amid the flowers and the

Sunday bell was ringing.


Sweet months, despite the omen, in sunny bliss flew o'er,
And sometimes thinking on it but made them love the

more ;
But when across Ard-Patrick they sought the lowland


Into the well's deep water they never looked again ;
Far off with their companions they sat, fair garlands

While the stream sang songs amid the flowers and the

Sunday bell was ringing.


Dismay through all our hamlet when the storm and flood

were o'er !
The ford's great rocks were loosened by the torrent of


And clasping hands together sad sad the tale to tell

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