The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-02-01
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1898: fAa pt
Shamus O'Brien. a1
Jist after the war, in the year '9s, ss
AS soon as the boys wor all scattered and
| Twas the custom, whiniyer a pisant was
To hang him by tria-barrin SIGH as was
There was thrial by jury goin' on by day
And the martial law hangin' the lawns by
It's them as was hard times for an honest
If he missed in the judges he'd meet dra-
| COON; f@ fE3GE
AL, whether the sojers or judges gev sim
The diyil much time they allowed for re-
pintance.
AM its manyls the fine boy was then on
Wild small'share of restin' or atm or sleep
An because they loved Erin, ana scorned
A prey for the bloodhound, mark for the
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Unsheltered by night and unrested by day,
w TN the meath for the1r2barracks. revenge
AM the braETssst an hardest boy iv them
was shamus .o'Brien, from the town of
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His limbs were wen set. an his body was
An b thf k Is M5ifg hound had not teeth
But his face was as pale as the face of the
dead,
An his cheek never warmed With the
blush of the red,
An, for all that, he wasn't an ugly young
For the divil himself couldn't blaze with
So drolf an SO wicked, so dark an so
Like, fire,,fash that crosses the depth of
the night:
An he was the best mower that ever has
been,
An the iiligantest hurler that ever was
An his danein' was SIGH that the men used
to stare, st.
An the womin' turn crazy, he done it so
An by CORY! the whole world gev into
him there. JeF
An it's he was the boy that was hard to be
caught,
An it's often he run, an it's often he
fought,
An its many the one can remember right
The quare things he done, an it's oft 1
heard tell
How he iathered the yeoman, himself agin
& four. srt T
An stretched the two strongest on old
But the fox must sleep sometimes, the wild
deer must rest, l 3Fsg Exfaf
An ,treachery prey on the blood iv the best.
After many brave action of power and
An p many hard night on the mounta. MS
An a thousand great dangers and tolls
In the darkness of night he was taken at
Now, shamus, look backon the beautiful
moon,
Forthe door of the prison must close on
Anf1take your last look at her dim lovely
That falls on the mountain and valley this
One look at the village, one look at the
flood 9 GfT0t faIf an fizEH N9szaE4
And one at the sheltering, far distant wood,
Farewell to the forest, farewell to the hill,
An farewellto TO, the friends that will think
Farewell to the pathern, the hurlin' and
AM farewell to the girl that would die for
An twelve sojers brought him to Marybo-
And the turnkey resaved him, refusin' all
II bail.98g DT oueffr t5af'e tfftet'-
The fleet limbs were chained, and the
sth rong arms were bound .ejl-i
And he laid down his length ON the cold
prison ground; @ quo"
The dreams of his childhood came over
AS gentle and soft as the swate summer
An happy rememb rance crowding on ever
AS fast as the foam flakes drift down on the
river,
Bringin fresh to his heart merry days long
gone by,
But the tears didn't fall, for the pride at his
heart --' 33i4- -fts4 y ~
Wouldn't suffer one drop down his pale
An he sprang to his feet, in the dark pris-
An he swore with the fierceness that mis-
BY the hopes of the free and the cause of
the brave, 5rfs fe
That when he was Wondering in the cold
His enemies never should have it to boast,
His scorn of their vengeance one moment
was lost, .s.-.y. f5+-. 5s.ra
should be dhry, ue s.s511
For undaunted he'd lived, and undaunted
y he'd die. G f8Ye lfrs
AS soon as few weeks were over and
The terrible day iv trial KEN on.
There was SIGH a crowd there was scarce
room TO stand, tEf teHf1-.I
An sojers guard, and dhragoons sword
IN hand; fLH Ia4M
An the court house so full, that the people
were bothered: iI F7f ~
An attorneys an criers on the pint of be-
ing smothered;
An counsellors almost gev over for dead,
An the jury sittin' up in their box over
An tbs, judge settled out so determined
and big.
With his gown on his back, an an Elegant
new wig.
An silence was called, and the minute 1t
was said,
The court was as still as the heart of the
dead,
An they heard but the opening of one
prison lock, tt 1n ruag
An, Shamus O'Brien KEN into the dock.
For one minute he turned his eye round T
on the throng,
An he looked at the bars so firm and so |
strong, ,r qf
AM he Saw that he he'd no hope nor
friend; 1e ~ .0at |
A chance to escape, nor a word to defend; |
alone,
AS calm an as cool as a statue of stone;
An Hhey read a big writin' yard long al