The Wild Rose of Lough Gill: A Tale of the Irish War in the Seventeenth Century |
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Albanach arms army avic Belturbet blood brave Breffnian Breffny brother Captain castle cavalry Cavan Charlemont cheer Cloughoughter Colonel command cried dark dashed death Drogheda Dromahaire Dublin Duncannon Edmund O'Tracy Emon enemy Enniskillen Esmonde exclaimed eyes face fierce fight fire force Galway gazed Gilbert Harrison Hamilton hand head heard heart heaven hero hill horse inquired Ireland Irish Irish army latter Leitrim look loud Lough Gill Mac Donogh Mac Mahon Mac Sharry Manor-Hamilton Miles murder musket night Nuncio O'Carroll O'Connolly O'Dowda O'Hugh O'Moore O'Neill O'Reilly O'Tracy's officer Owen O'Rourke Owen Roe Owen Roe O'Neill Papist Parliament party Pelican pistol Plunket poor prisoners Puritan rode Rory O'Moore rushed saddle Sassenach Scots seanachie seized ship shouted Sir Phelim Sir Phelim O'Neill Skerrett Slasher Sligo soldiers soon stood strong Swanley sword town troopers troops turned Ulster voice walls wild Willoughby wounded yonder young
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Page 236 - O, MY Dark Rosaleen, Do not sigh, do not weep ! The priests are on the ocean green, They march along the deep. There's wine from the royal Pope, Upon the ocean green ; And Spanish ale shall give you hope, My Dark Rosaleen...
Page 255 - Then each at once his falchion drew, Each on the ground his scabbard threw, Each looked to sun, and stream, and plain, As what they ne'er might see again ; Then foot, and point, and eye opposed, In dubious strife they darkly closed.
Page 79 - Stout Phelim hath his own.' Oh 1 may they see and hear no more ! — oh ! may they rot to clay ! — When they forget to triumph in the conquest of to-day. Now, now we'll teach the shameless Scot to purge his thievish maw ; Now, now the...
Page 290 - I do renounce the pretended title of Charles Stuart, and the whole line of the late King James, and of every other...
Page 41 - JOY ! joy ! the day is come at last, the day of hope and pride — And see ! our crackling bonfires light old Bann's rejoicing tide, And gladsome bell and bugle-horn from Newry's captured towers, Hark ! how they tell the Saxon swine this land is ours — is OURS ! Glory to God ! my eyes have seen the ransomed fields of Down, My ears have drunk the joyful news,
Page 23 - On the green hills of Ulster the white cross waves high, And the beacon of war throws its flames to the sky; Now the taunt and the threat let the coward endure, Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore ! Do you ask why the beacon and banner of war On the mountains of Ulster are seen from afar?
Page 235 - The sweet-scented apples blush redly in the morn On the fair Hills of Eire, O ! The watercress and sorrel fill the vales below ; The streamlets are hushed till the evening breezes blow ; While the waves of the Suir, noble river ! ever flow Near the fair Hills of Eire, O ! A fruitful clime is Eire's, through valley, meadow, plain, And the fair land of Eire, O ! The very
Page 295 - Should it have so happened that the continual payment of these taxes had exhausted the means of the people, bed, bedding, sheets, table-cloths, dishes, and every description of furniture, nay, the very garments of the women, torn off their persons, were carried to the market-place and sold for a small sum ; so much so, that each recurring Saturday bore a resemblance...
Page 182 - I, AB, do profess, swear, and protest before God, and his saints and angels, that I will, during my life, bear true faith and allegiance to my Sovereign Lord Charles, by the grace of God, King of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, and to his heirs and lawful successors...
Page 182 - Ireland, and to his heirs and lawful successors ; and that I will to my power, during my life, defend, uphold, and maintain, all his and their just prerogatives, estates, and rights, the power and privilege of the parliament of this realm, the fundamental laws of Ireland, the free exercise of the Roman Catholic faith and religion...