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Broadside ballads entitled 'The Marble Arch' and 'O'Donnell Aboo'
Written, Composed and Sung by SAM BAGNALL.
WHILE s rolling near the Marble Arch,
The lustre of her a[ ] eyes
Shone o'er me lik a torch,
While around her splendid form.
I led her to a shadey spot,
Beneath a spreading tree,
Fell on my bended knee,
And before I'd time to speak,
Upon my blooming cheek.
But ever since that very night,
I've never seen my Queen,
But I've head say she's run away,
With a great fat Horse Marine;
But not as you suppose.
I'll never put it on her hand
But stick it through her nose,
Good night she said, in accents low,
Then gently sqeezed my hand,
For I could scarcely stand,
And then prepare to march,
Beneath the Marble Arch.
PROUDLY the note of trumpet is sounding,
Loudly the war cries arise on the gale,
Strangers to flight and fear; [Hugh!
Princely O'Neill to our aid is advancing,
With many a cheiftain and warrior-clan; [ing
A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are pranc
'Neath the borders brave from the banks of the
Born on the breeze's wing,
Tyrconnell's dead war cry-O' Donnell Aboo
Wildly o'er Desmond the war-wolf is bowling,
Fearless the Eagle sweeps over the plain,
Sacred the cause that Clan-Conaill's defending?
The aliars we kneel at and homes of our sire!
Sons of Tir-Consil all valiant and true !
Make the false Saxon feel
Strike for your country !- O'Donnell Aboo
Probable period of publication:
1860-1890 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(75a)