The Banks Of Mulroy Bay
On the morning of that fateful day in 1878,
When this great Earl of Leitrim - the tyrant I should say,
Left his home in Manorvaughan on the banks of Mulroy Bay.
The landlord gave strict orders, when leaving home that day,
That evictions they should then take place, without undue delay,
His bailiffs they should get to work, as you may understand,
And banish us poor Catholics from out our native land.
The morning it was gentle and the birds did sweetly sing,
And `neath the woods of Cratlagh, they made the valleys ring,
When Leitrim and his party were driving at full trot,
And entering into Cratlagh Wood they got a fearful shock.
The coachman named Buchanan, a lad from Milford town,
He was blown from the dickie, and left sprawling on the ground,
May the Lord have mercy on his soul, poor boy he suffered sore,
Till death did end his sufferings on the banks of Mulroy shore.
John Makim then, the tyrant's clerk, a lad so strong and stout,
He too received some slugs of lead, which made him reel about,
He shouts aloud unto Kincaid as on the ground he lay,
”I'm shot, I'm shot, dear Willie”, on the banks of Mulroy Bay.
The great exterminator; the Lord of this estate,
For him there was an inch of lead - too hard to masticate.
His body it lay lifeless on the road, I heard them say,
To feed the dogs and hungry crows on the banks of Mulroy Bay.
[Here’s to the men who did the deed, may they remain unknown.
But to that band of brothers who claim them as their own,
In Donegal and Leitrim, let Irish men proclaim,
And will you raise your glasses to those that ended Leitrim’s reign!]
Contributed by Alessandro - 2010/2/24 - 16:47
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