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TOM GILHEANEY It happened once upon a time As sages tell in phrase sublime; That Tom Gilheaney stout and straight Prepared his pike in ninety-eight, And from Drumkeeran did advance To join the gallant sons of France. Thus hastily equipped for war He journeyed on to Castlebar, Where there he showed good Irish play Before the Saxons ran away. It made him joyful to behold The flutter of the green and gold And oftentimes that day he said, "Thank God the green waves o'er the red." Next morning for Collooney then He marched with the Killala men, Where victory again did smile Upon the banners of our Isle. The rank and file, with lances long, Unfailing nerves and sinews strong, The vengeful mandate did obey, Which made them victors of the day. To see how foemen reeled and ran Was balsam for an Irishman. Besides the band conjointly played In thundering strains, "The White Cockade", And brilliant was Gilheaney's luck, Til he arrived at Ballinamuck. (There are 27 more stanzas to this song.) @Irish @rebel filename[ TOMGILHN XX APR99 |
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