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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 179 |
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Were joined in their grief
By wide Imokilly. Carah Mona in gloom
Of deep sorrow appears, And all Kilnameaky's
Absorbed into tears.
The prosperous Saxons
Were seized with affright; In Tralee they packed up
And made ready for flight; For there a shrill voice
At the door of each hall Was heard, and they fancied
Foretelling their fall.
At Dingle the merchants
In terror forsook Their ships and their business;
They trembled and shook; Some fled to concealment,—
The fools, thus to fly ! For no trader a Banshee
Will utter a cry.
The Banshee of Dunqueen
In sweet song did deplore To the spirit that watches
On dark Dun-an-oir, And Ennismore's maid
By the Feal's gloomy wave With her clear voice did mourn
For the death of the brave. |
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