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Stephen Dunford: The Journey of The IrIsh
Thus speaks the gallant Sarsfield, As sadly he recalls
The famine and despair that lurk Behind these crumbling walls.
“And yet one blow for freedom — One daring midnight ride!
And William may be humbled yet, For all his power and pride!
“Go! Bring to me ‘The Galloper,’ To Highway Hogan say
‘Tis Ireland has need of him, And him alone to-day!”
The Soldier and the Highwayman Are standing face to face,
The fearless front, the eagle eye,
In both of them we trace.
“Hogan! the night is dark and drear,
Say, canst thou lead the way
To Keeper Mountain’s black ravines Ere dawn another day?”
“Can the eagle find his eyrie?
Can the fox forget his den?
I can lead ye as none other
Of the Slievecamatha men.
The black mare knows it blindfold, It’s not by stars she’ll steer,
Ye’ll be to-night on the Keeper’s height — And the dawn will find ye here
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