Joe,

With Noreen's corrections, the song is reasonably OK. Working from memory, I make it:

THE SHADY WOODS OF TRUGH

From out the shady woods of Trugh
MacKenna rides at noon
The sun shines brightly, not a cloud
Darkens the skys of June
No eye has he for nature's charms
They don't distract his brain
As through the flowery vales he takes his way
And never draws the reins

Until before him loom the towers
Of Glaslough Castle's Hold         
Which holds a treasure in its walls
More dear to him than gold
For in it dwells his own true love
The dark eyed young Maureen
Whom he hopes that God will bless his home
In the woods of Trugh so green

I have come to look upon you love
For its soon that I must go
With my brave Trugh Men to Benburb        
There to defend Owen Roe      
I have come to look upon you Love
And hear your answer sweet
For I might in the battle fall
And we might never meet

Go forth my love, my blessings go
And smite the saxon horde
And when you return I'll be your bride
Without another word
With a fond embrace they bid a dieu
As the evening sun went down
Behind yon western wooded hill
That overlooks Glaslough Town

MacKenna lightly mounts his steed
At the twighlight of the eve
And he heads her over Dasa Hill
And Trugh's green shady Lee (??)
That night he leads his gallant men
O'er the dark hills of Tyrone
To meet the army of the North
At Benburb on their own

Right well O'Neil was glad to see
Those gallant mountaineers
Who kept the Saxon wolves at bay
Round ancient Trugh for years
Full well they fought on Benburb's Plains
As Englands flag went down
And few that night escaped them
Toward Carrickfergus Town


The Autumn's winds being in the air
And berries ripe and red
MacKenna and his lovely bride
In Glaslough Church were wed
And never in her father's thought
A fairer bride was seen
That McMahon's only daughter
The dark eyed young Maureen


I'll check this agains Morton's book later - but suspect it's OK.

Regards