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OF IRELAND. 180
He has black silver from Killaloe —
Kyan and Carroll are neighbours
Nenagh submits with a pillileu —
Butler is meat for our sabres !
Up from the Castle of Drumineer,
Down from the top of Camailte,
Kyan and Carroll are coming here
To give him the cead mile failte.
'Tis scarce a week since through Ossory
Chased he the Baron of Durrow —
Forced him five rivers to cross, or he
Had died by the sword of Eed Murrough !
Up from the Castle of Drumineer,
Down from the top of Camailte,
All the O'Briens are coming here
To give him the cead mile failte.
Tall are the towers of O'Kennedy —
Broad are the lands of MacCarha —
Desmond feeds five hundred men a-day ;
Yet, here's to O'Brien of Arra !
Up from the Castle of Drumineer,
Down from the top of Camailte,
Clansman and kinsman are coming here
To give him the cead mile failte.
THE IRISH MOTHER IN THE PENAL DAYS.
BY JOHN BANIM.
Now welcome, welcome, baby-boy, unto a mother's fears.
The pleasure of her sufierings, the rainbow of her tears.
The object of your father's hope, in all he hopes to do,
A future man of his own land, to live him o'er anew 1

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