The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1865-07-21
SHEMUS O'BRIEN.
Z Tale Of Ninety eight, as Related by
an Irish Peasant.

GanG MIN Dy lfldt-DaIfll Sucn as was FAoL.
There was trial by jury goin on by daylight,
the martial law hangin, the lavings at
night,
It's them wos hard times for an honest gossoon;
If he missed in the judges he'd meet a dragon;
4 nj whether the sojers or judges gave sentence
The devil much time they allowed Cor repent
aIce:
An many a fine Boy was then on his kccpin',
With small share Of restin' or sttin' or sleepin'
An because they loved Erinn, and scorned to
sell it,
a prey for the bloodhound mark FOR the bull
Unsheltered by night AMI unrestei by day,
With the heath for their barrack, revenge for
their pay.
An the bravest an honestest Boy Of thin all
Was Shcmus O'Brien, from the town of Giln-
iall;
His limbs wor we'll set, an lis body was light,
as white.
But his face was as pale as the face of the dead
An lis cheek never warmd with the blush Of
the red;
An for all that he wasn't an ugly young Boy,
For the devil himself couldn't blaze with Ills
eye.
SO droll an so wicked, so dark an so bright,
Like a fre-fash that crosses the depth Of the
night;
An he was the best mower that ever has been,
An the elegantest hurler that ever was seen.
In fencin' he gave Patrick Mooney cut,
An in jumping he bate Tom Molony a foot
For lightness of foot there was not his peer,
For, by Heavens he almost outrun the red
deer.
An his dancin' was such that the men used tc
stare
An the women turn crazy he did it so quarc;
an sure the whole world gave in 70 him there;
An it's he was the boy that was hard to be
caught,
An it's often he ran, an it's often he fought
An it's many the one can remember quite
The quare things he did, and its oft l heard
tell,
How he frightened the magistrates in Cahir
badly,
An escaped through tIv soldiers in Aherloc
valley,
An leathered the yeomen, himself agcn four
And stretched the four strongest on old Calf
more.
But the fox must sleep sometimes. the wild
deer must rest.
An treachery prey on the blood of the best
AM many an action Of power am of pride,
An many night on the mountains bleak side,
And thousand great dangers and tolls over
past,
IN darkness Of night he was taken at last.
Now Shemus look back on the beautiful moon.
For the door of the prison must close On yoy
soon;
An take your last look at her dim, misty light
That falls on the mountain and valley tonight
One look at the village, one lool, at the flood,
An one at the shcltering fardistant wood;
Farewell to the forest, farewell 10 the hill,
AM farewell to the friends that Will think O
you still.
Farewell to the palthern, the hurlin' an' wake
An farewell to the girl that would die for YOU
sake!
An twelve sogcrs brought him to Mary borough
jail,
an with irons secured lin. rofasin all bail
The feet limbs wor chained and the stron,
hands were bound,
And he lay down his Tenth on the cold presor
ground,
And the dhrames Of his childhood ken over
him there,
As gentle and soft as the sweet summer air.
An happy rimimbrance crowding an ever,
As fast as the foam flakes dhrift down on tht
river,
Bringin' fresh to his heart merry days long
gone by,
Till the tears gathered heavy and thick in hi:
eye.
But the tears didn't fall, for the pride " his
heart
Wouldn't suffer one dhrop down his pale cheek
to start;
AM he sprang to Lis feet in the dark presoE
gave,
An he swore with fcrceness, that misery
gave,
By the hopes iv the good an the cause iv tn,
brave,
That when he was Wondering in the cowI(
~ grave,
His ininies should mover have it to boast.
His scorn for their vengeance one moment wa.
lost:
His bosom might bleed. but his cheek should
be dhry,
For undaunted he lived, and undauntcd he
die.
PART SECOND.
Well, as soon as few weeks were over and
gone,
The terrible day Of the trial came on:
There was such a crowd there was scarce room
to stand.
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