Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1863-08-19
S h a m us Brfen.
A b A L L A d .

Jist afther the war, in the wear 'os
AS soon as the boyG 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 jurv goin' on by day.
light,
And the martial law hangn' the lawns by
night.
It's them was hard times for an honest COS
soon;
If he missed in the judges-he'd meet
dragoon;
AM whether the soldiers or judges gev SEN
tence,
The divil a much time they they allowed for
repentance.
An it's many's the fine boy was then an his
keepn',
Wild small! share of restin', or atm, or
sleepin',
AM because they loved Erin, an scorned
to sell it,
A prey for the bloodhound, mark for the
bullet
Unsheltered by right and unrested by day,
With the heath for their barrack, revenge
for their pay,
An the bravest am hardest boy iv them all
Was Shamus O'Brien, from the town iv
Glngall.
His limbs were well set, an his body was
light,
An the en-fanged hound had not teeth
half so white,
But 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 divil himself couldn't blaze with
his eye,
So droll an SO wicked, so dark and so bright,
Like fire flash that crosses the depth of
the night;
AM he was the best mower that ever has
been,
An the illegantest hurler that ever was seen
In fncin' he gev Patrick Mooney a cut,
An, in jumpn' lie bate Tom Malowney a
fut:
For lightuess iv fut there was not his peer.
For, by gorra, he'd almost outrun the red
deer;
AM his dancin' was sich that the men used
to stare.
An the women turn crazy, he done it so
quare;
An, by gorra. the whole world gev into
him there,
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 |
heard tell
How he freckened the magistrates in Ca
hrbally,
An escaped through the sodgers in Aberloe
Valley;
An leathered the yeoman, himself agin
four,
An, stretched the two strongest on old Gal
timore.
But the fox must sleep sometimes, the wild
deer must rest,
An, ,reachery prey OF the blood iv the best,
Afther many brave action of power and
pride,
An, many hard night on the mountains
bleak side,
An thousand great dangers and tolls
overpaSt,
In the darkness of night he was taken at
last.
Now, Shamus, look back on the beautiful
moon,
For the door of the prison must close on
you soon,
An take last look at her dim lovely
light,
That falls on this mountain and valley this
night
One look at the village. one look at the
food,
An one at the sheltering far distant wood.
Farewell to the forest, farewell to the hill
An farewell to the friends that will think
of you still,
Farewell to the pathern, the hurlin', an
wake,
And farewell to the girl that would die for
your sake.
An twelve sodgers brought him to Mary
borough goal,
AM the turnkey resaved him, refusin' all
bail.
The fleet limbs wor chained, an the sthrong
hands wor bound.
AM he laid down his length on the could
prison ground,
AM the dreams of his childhood KEN over
him there,
AS gentle an soft as the sweet summer air
AM happy remembrances crowding on ever,
As fast as the foam fakes dhrift down on
the river,
Bringing fresh to his heart many days long
gone by,
Till the tears gathered heavy and thick in
his eye
But the tears didn't fall for the pride at his
heart
Would not suffer one drop down his pale
cheek to start;
An he sprang to his feet in the dark prison
cave.
An he swore with the fierceness that misery
gave,