Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1850-09-07

Among the rest, he used TO recite the story
of Shamus O'Brien's hanging, with great
gusto. This poem has peen published in the
July number of the Dublin University Maya
zinc whence we extract it, with a sequel 10
the story of poor Shamus, supplied 10 us by
an old correspondent, who has kept up the
spirit and the hnmor of the original with
great fidelity.
SHAlIUS O'BRIEN-A BALLAD begun in
LELAND, and finished esewhere.)
jist a!ther the war, in the year '9s,
As soon as the boys wor all scattered and
bate,
Twas the custom, whenever pisant was
got,
To hang him by thrial--barrin sich as was
shot
There was trial by Jury ooin' on by daylight,
| Aud the martial law hangn' the lawns by
night.
It's them was hard times for an honest Cos
soOn
If he missed in the iudges-he'd meet a dra-
AM whether the soldiers or judges gev SEN
The divil much time they allowed for re-
peniance.
AM its mauy's the fine boy was then an his
.keepin'
Wild small share iv restn', or atm, or sleep
in,
An because they loved Erin, an scorned TO
sell it,
\ prey for the bloodhound, a mark for the
bullet
Unsheliered by night, and unrested by day,
With the heath for their barrack, revenge for
their pay,
AM the bravesl an hardest boy iv them all
Was Shamus O'Brien, from the town iv Glin-
gail.
His limbs were well set, an his body was
light.
An the keen-ianged hound had not teeth half
so white
Bat his face was as pale as the face of the
dead,
And his cheek never warmed with the blush
Of the red:
An for all that he wasn't an ugly young bye,
For the divii himself couldn't blaze with his
eye,
So droll an; SO wicked, so dark and so briah1,
Like fire flash that crosses the depth of the
night,
been,
| AA' the illigantest hurer that ever was seen.
| In fncid' he gev Patrick Mooney cut N
! AM in iumpiu' he bate Tom Malowney a fqt;
For ighluess iv fut there was not his peer,
For, by aorra, he'd almost outrun the red
deer
An his dancin' was sich that the men used
to stare,
AM the women turn crazy, he done ii so
Quare;
An by gorra, the whole world gev it into
him there,
An It's he was the boy that was hard 10 be
caught,
An it's often he run, an it's often he fought,
/ An It's many the one can remember right
well
The quare things he done, an it's often
heerd lell
How he freckened the magistrates in Cahir-
bally.
An escaped through the sodgers in Aherloe
Valley;
An leathered the yeoman, himself agin' four
An stretched the two strongest on old Cali
more
But the fox must sleep sometimes, the wild
deer must rest,
An treachery prey on the blood iv the best,
A!lher many brave action Of power ano
pride,
AM many hard night on the mountain:
bleak side,
An Thousand great dangers and tolls over
past,
In the darkness of night he was taken at last
Now, Shamus, look back on the beauiln
moon,
For the door of the prison must close on yo
soon,
An take your last look at her dim Lowell
light,
That falls on this mountain and valley thi
night
One look at the village, one lool, at the food
AM one at the shel,hering, far distant wood
Farewell to the forest, farewell TO the hill,
An farewell TO the friends that will think G
you sill
Farewell 10 the palhern the hurlin', an wake
Aud farewell to the girl that would die 70
t your sake,
5 An twelve sodgers brought him TO Mary
: borough goal,
I An the turnkey resaved him, refusin' all bal
. The fleet limbs wor chained, an the sihron
c hands wor bound,
AM he laid down his length on the coul
prison ground,
AM the dreams of his childhood KEN owe
). him there,
As gentle am soft as the sweet summer air
AM happy remembrances crowding on eve
As fast as the foam flakes dhrilt down on II
river
Bringing fresh to his heart merry days Ion
/ gone by,
Till the Tears gathered heavy and thick
r his eye
But the tears didn't fall, for the pride al h
heart
Would not suffer one drop down his pa
cheek to start;
ID An he sprung TO his feet in the dark pris
cave,
a. An he swore with the fierceness that mise
gave,
By the hopes of the good, an the cause
r the brave
That when he was mouldering in the &C
grave
His enemies never should have it TO boast
His scorn of their vengeance one nome
was lost
of His bosom might bleed, but his cheek shot
US. be dhry
're For undaunted he lived, and undaunted HI
ru- die.
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