And as I Rode by Granard MoatCombining the rigour of an anthologist with the informal charm of a legendary raconteur, Benedict Kiely leads us on a delightful ramble around Ireland through song and verse. Starting in 'Sweet Omagh Town', we travel down the lanes and highways of thirty-two counties with help from the great poets of Ireland and from the traditional songs of nature, love and rebellion - 'The Yellow Bittern', 'Ringleted Youth of My Love', 'The Bold Fenian Men' and many others. And as I Rode by Granard Moat is much more than a collection of poems and ballads: it is at once the literary evocation of an island and an intimate, highly personal chronicle. |
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... tell no lie on Margit , She thought the worl ' of me ; I'll tell the truth , me heart wud lep The sight of her to see . But I was slow , ye surely know , The raison of it now , If I left her home from Carmin Me da wud rise a row . So I ...
... tell no lie on Margit , She thought the worl ' of me ; I'll tell the truth , me heart wud lep The sight of her to see . But I was slow , ye surely know , The raison of it now , If I left her home from Carmin Me da wud rise a row . So I ...
Page 170
... tell how fighters fled from sterile slaughter , and God intoned Amen to their time . River , tell me , river , did a nation topple when swordsmen wrestled with the ladders and tumbled to the pikemen ? Ramparts , tell me , ramparts , was ...
... tell how fighters fled from sterile slaughter , and God intoned Amen to their time . River , tell me , river , did a nation topple when swordsmen wrestled with the ladders and tumbled to the pikemen ? Ramparts , tell me , ramparts , was ...
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... tell ; The rest all in their harness died , amid the thickets there , Yet fighting to the latest gasp , like foxes in a snare ! The Baron bold of Trimbleston has fled in sore dismay , Like beaten hound at dead of night from Mullingar ...
... tell ; The rest all in their harness died , amid the thickets there , Yet fighting to the latest gasp , like foxes in a snare ! The Baron bold of Trimbleston has fled in sore dismay , Like beaten hound at dead of night from Mullingar ...
Contents
Contents | 1 |
The Green Flowery Banks Anon 7 The Ballad of Douglas Bridge | 14 |
Omagh Town Anon 28 The Treacherous Waves of Loughmuck | 31 |
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