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Author of the iwo Epic Poems, " Deirdre " and " Blanid ":

of "Legends of the Wart in Ireland";

and of "Irish Fireside Tales"

Edited, with Annotations,
by his brother,

P. W. JOYCE, U,.D. f M.R.I.A.







[The names of the pieces are in Roman letters

all other entries are in


Adieu, Lovely Mary, 175.

Affane in Waterford, 41.

After the Battle, 46.

Ahasullus in Glenanaar, 120.

Ahtrlotu, Glen of, 82.

Along with my Love I'll go, 146.

Anner rt'v., 37, 205.

Antrim, 69.

Araglin rt'v., 106.

Ardflnnan on the Sitir, 54.

Ardpatrick, Co, Limk., 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,
Ballingaddy near Kilmallvck, 63.
Ballyhoura Mts., 42, 99, 128, 165,


Baltynahonn near Ardfatrick, 63.
Ballyneety near Limk, Junei., ix,

20, 212.

Ballyorgan in Limk., 132, 133.
Baltimore in Cork, 149.
Wanks of Anner, The, 205.
Banshee, a fairy mourner, 73, 182,


Bantry in W. Cork, 119.
Barna, i.e. Barnageeha, q. v.
Bamaderg tr Redchnir, 89.
ftamageeha Hill, 134.
Barnalee, The Watchfirr of, 27, 46.
Ba.mevuell,Lord Trimblcston 1 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.
Rtare, bartny in W. Cork, 119.
Bearkaven in W. Cork, xsi.
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 Aft. in Limk., 102, 103,


Blacksmith of Limerick, The, 21.
Black-water in Afunsttr, The, 47,

106, 201.

Blackwater in Ulster, The, 56.
Blind Girl of Glenore, The, 108.
Boys of Wexford, The, 06.
Brandenburgh regiment, ax.
Brefney in Leitrim, 154.
Brefog-e rt'v., 100, 120, 128.
Bride n'v., 140.

Bridge of Glanwillan, The, 201.
Brigade, The Irish, 147, 174, 177.
Brigade's Hurling Match, The, 177.
Brosna rt'v. in Westmeatk, 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.

Cailan riv. near Armagh, 57.

Camoge riv. in Limk., 79.

Candles in Window at Night, 25,


Cannon, The. 195.
Carrick-on-Sutr, 37.
Carriganoura, Cragnour, Castlf, 6l
Carrigcleena near Mallow, 32, 47,

126, 127.

Carrigeennamronety Mt., 81, 89.
Carron Mt. : see Corrin.
Carrovi riv. near Croom, 122.
Castlehaven, Lord, 166.
Castle Hill over Clonodfoy, 131.
Castlemainc in Kerry, 122.
Castle Oliver near Kilftnam, 13*.



C astlepook near Doneraile, too, 10^. |
Cathleen, Black, the " Wise

Woman," 31.

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

126, 127, 150.

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


Coach Road at Cattle Oliver, 132.
Cock and the Sparrow, The, 61.
Coming Bridal, The, 191.
Commoge riv., 79.
Condons, The, 61, 106, 166.
Coona^h in Limerick, 78.
Corrin, Corrinmore,Carron, 8r, 128,


Countfea Aft. in Waterford, 190.
Count ihingavjn in Waterford, 190.
Coyne and Livery, 40.
Crag Kevill or Cradle a, 14.
Croom or Crom in Limk., 47, 113,


Cullen near Limk. Junct., n, 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


Desmond, Earls of, 38, 54, 123.
Diarmid Mor, 147.
Donall, Sir, 99.
Doneraile in Cork. 76, 99, 100.
Donn, the fairy king, 28.
Doon Castle in Kerry, 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.
Easmore Waterfall, 8, 62, 65, 102,

Eevir.n 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, The,


Foiling, a mantle, 39.
Fontenoy, 195.

Forest Fairy, Song of the, 53.
Four Comrades, The, 27, 46, 179.
Funshien 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 Killaivillin, 202.
Glanwillan, 201.

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

193, 196, 201.

Glenanner near Clonmel, 37 20?
Glenara, 81.

Glendarra, 45 : see Darra.
Glenea near Ardpatrick, 151.
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, too.
Golden Helmet, Romance of the, 157.
Golden Spurs, Romance of the, 139.
Gra gal Machree, 145
Greendove azvd the Raven, Tl\e, 155.
Grena \ see Lyre-na-Grfna.
Gurma near Alitchelstown, 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, xx.
Hurling, the Game of, 177.

Imokilly 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, 65.
Joy-Bells, The, 198.

Keeper Hill near Limk., 1 1 .

Kenmare Bay, 119.

Kern, 4, 101, 129.

Kilbeheny near Mitchelstown, 145.

Kilbrannon, 66.

Kilcolman Castle, 104, 128.

Kilcruig hill, 81.

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

I3 1 -

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


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

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

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

Long Afountain in Limk., 133.
Looba^h riv. at Kilmallock, 101.
Lord Lucan : see Sarsfield.
Lough Bo near Glenosheen, 133.
Lough Ennell in Westmeath, i.
Lough Gur in Limk., 16, loa.

Lusmore, foxglove, 67, 112.
Lyons family of Cork, 123.
Lyr-na-Grena^ 102, 103, 162, 211.
Lyre-na-Freaghaun, 102, 103, 119,

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

136, 137.

Maine riv. in Kerry, 57.
Mairgread Ban, 74.
Mallow, 78, 125.
Manning Ford, Battle of, 166.
Margaret, 162.
Maud of Desmond, iaa.
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 Au beg riv,, 42, 99, 106.
Mumhan, Munster, 63.
My first lo\e, 67.
Myles O'Reilly the Slasher, 57

Nagles' Mis. 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' Conor, Ownev 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'Keeffes, The, 104.

Old love and the new love, The, 9.

Olivet's Folly near Clonodfoy, 131.

O'Ntull, Owen Roe, 56.

O'Reilly, Myles, the Slasher, 57.

Ormend, Earl />/, 37, 38.

O' Ruarks, The, 154.

O' Sullivan Beare, 119.

O'Sullivan's Retreat, 153.

Oulart in 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, 7'fie, 100.
Portland on the Shannon, 154.
Poulaflaihin, Poulaflaikeen, 102,
103, 120.

Quicken Tree or Rowan Tree, 29.

Raheenroe at Clonodfoy, 13 j.

Rapparees, 144.

Rapparee's horse and sword, The,


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

1 45-

Roche, family f, 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.
Sam> t in : see Hallow Eve.
Sappho, 108.

Sarsfield destroys the siege train, n.
Sarsfield's Rock, n.
Sarsfield's Trooper, Song of, 211.
Seefin Aft. in Limk., 81, 102, 103, 200.
Seneschals of Imokilly, 139.
Seontra Nora at Knockbrone, 89.
Sheehan, Very Rev. Dr., PP., 76,


Sherkin Isl. near Cape Clear, 149.
Sir Donall, 99.

Slieve Felim Alts., 11,212.

Slievenamon in Tipperary, 205.

Slievenamuck Aft., 82.

Song of Galloping O'Hogan, 137.

Song of Sarsfield's Trooper, an.

Song of the Forest Fairy, 53.

Song of Tren the fairy, 87.

Spalpeen, The, 116.

Spenser, Edmund, poet, 100, 128,


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

Tar river near Clonmel, 37.
Ttmplemolaga in Cork, 108.
Thomas the Black, earl of Ormonii,


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

Mitchelsfown, 45.
Two (Jallotflasses, The, 70.
Tvrrell. Captain, of Fertullagh, i.
Tyrrell's Pass, Battle of, j.

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, 133,
Wild Grese, The, 174.
Will of Glenore, 144.
William ///., King, n.

Yellow Ford, Battle of the, 57.
Young De Kupe, 170. See De

You're a dear laud to me, 206.



In 1597, during the O'Neill war, young Barnewell, son ol
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 hogs and brushwood on
both sides. He placed half of his little army in ambush at the
Mallingar 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 Tyrrell'a 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 tbore wag peace and quiet


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



Brave Tyrrell of the flying camps and Owney Oge fche

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 j
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 tern ;
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 gall o glasses'

The startled wolf leaps from his lair: t{ 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 yel]

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
lie 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 tne 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 thousand years 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 rnerry



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 ;

Wko 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 1"

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
Were found young Bride and Rickard drowned near the

Robber's Well !

O, false and cruel water, so merry downward flinging,
How canst thou sing amid the flowers while the death

bell loud is ringing ?

* Easmore [pron. Assmore], a waterfall on one of the torrents
flowing down from Blackrock. For this fall, and for the
" Robber's Well," see " The Black Robber" farther on.


From old Ard-Patrick's ruins loud sounds the piercing

keen ; *

By the sad Well of the Omen a deep deep grave is seen.
Where side by side together they have laid the early

And the Mass they've chanted o'er them, and the requiem

prayer is said.
There was woe and bootless sorrow in many a bosom

But the stream sang songs amid the flowers, while the

death bell loud was ringing !


Am: "Royal Charlie."f


I SAT within the valley green,

I sat me with my true love,
My sad heart strove the two between,

The old love and the new love ;
The old for her, the new that made

Me think on Ireland dearly;
While soft the wind blew down the glade

And shook the golden barley.


Twas hard the mournful words to frame,
To break the ties that bound us,

'Twas harder still to bear the shame
Of foreign chains around us ;

* Keen, a lament.

t For which see Graves's Irish Song Book, page 70,


And so I said, "The mountain glen

I'll seek next morning early,
And join the brave United men ":

While soft winds shook the barley.


While sad I kissed away her tears,

My arms around her flinging,
The foeman's shot burst on our ears,

From out the wild wood ringing.
The bullet pierced my true love's side,

In life's young spring so early,
And there upon my breast she died,

While soft winds shook the barley.


I bore her to the wild wood screen ;

And many a summer blossom
I placed, with branches soft and green,

Above her gore-stained bosom :
I wept and kissed her pale pale cheek,

Then rushed o'er vale and far lea,
My vengeance on the foe to wreak,

While soft winds shook the barley.


And blood for blood, without remorse,

I've tak'n at Oulart Hollow,*
While mourners placed my true love's corse

Where I full soon will follow ;
Around her grave I wander drear,

Noon, night, and morning early,
With breaking heart, whene'er I hear

The wind that shakes the barley.

* Oulart in Wexford, where, in 1798, a party of the cruel
North Cork Militia were annihilated by the exasperated rebels.



In August, 1690, King William III laid siege to Limerick,
which was defended by Sarsfield (Lord Lucan) and the Governor
Boileau. His siege train of great cannons and ammunition to
batter down wall and city was on its way from Dublin, guarded
by a convoy of two troops of horse. "When Sarsfield received
intelligence of this, he at once took 500 picked horsemen and
quietly crossed Thomond Bridge into Clare* on the night of
Sunday, 10th August : galloped northwards and crossed the
Shannon into Tipperary by a deep and dangerous ford above
Killaloe ; and as morning approached halted on the northern
base of Kimaultha or Keeper Hill, a lofty mountain fifteen miles

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