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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 495 |
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Pray fast, and pray strong, for the moment is nigh When, strong, proud, and great as you are, you must
die. And faster and faster the crowd gathered there — Boys,• horses, gingerbread, just like a fair; And whiskey was sellin', and cussamuck1 too, And ould men and young women enjoyin' the view; And ould Tim Mulvaney he made the remark, "There wasn't such a sight since the time-of Noah's
ark! And, begorra, 'twas true for him, the devil such a
scruge, Such divarshin and crowds was known since the
deluge! Ten thousand was gathered there, if there was one, All waitin' till such time as the hangin' 'id come on. At last they drew open the big prison gate, And out came the sheriffs and soldiers in state, And a cart in the middle, and Shamus was in it, Not paler, but prouder than ever, that minute. And as soon as the people saw Shamus O'Brien, With prayin' and blessin' an' all the girls cryin', A wild wailin' sound came on by degrees, Like the sound of the lonesome wind blowin' through
trees. On, on to the gallows the sheriffs are gone, And the cart and the soldiers go steadily on ; And at every side swellin' around of the cart, A wild sorrowful sound that would open your heart. Now under the gallows the cart takes its stand, And the hangman gets up with the rope in his hand; |
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1 Cussamuck, leavings. |
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