The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1867-07-12
aiJlSf Shamus 0'Bnen;
THE BOULD BOY OF GLENGALL.

list afiher the war, in the year 'gS.
AS soon the boys wor all scattered and bate,
Twas the custom, xheueYer pisant got.
To hang him By thrisI-bsrrin' sch a shot.
There Was ihrai By jury gon' on by daylight.
And the martial Law hangin' the LAWNS by night.
It's them hard times for honest gossoon:
If be missed in the judges-heId meet drsgoon;
An whether the sodgers or Judges gev sentence,
The drl a much time they allowed for repentance.
An it's many the hns boy was then on his keepin
Wild small share iy restn' ,or atm or slespin'
An because they loved Erin, and scorned 10 sell it,
prey for the bloodhounds the bullet
Unshsltered by night. ard unrested by day, - .-.
With the heath for their barrack for their pay
An the bravest an hardest boy them all
Was Shamus o'Brien. from thetoWn GingaIl.
His limbs wel Set an his body light,
An the fanged hound SO white;
But HIS face s pale the face the dead
An his cheek warmed With the blush ofthe red
An for all thai he wasn't an ugly young bye,
For the divil himself couldn't blaze with his eye,
So drol an so wicked so dark and bright,
Like nrefash that crosses the depth OF the night
An he was the bes. mower that ever has been,
An the illigsntest hursr that
An his 6ancin' sch that the STARE
An the women turn crazy, he done it so qusre;
An by gorra, the whole world into him there
An it's he the boy that hard 10 caught,
An it's often he run, an it's eften he fought,
An It's many the one can remember right well
The quare things he done its heerd tell
How he lsthered tn yoemen, himself again four.
An he stretched the two stronges; on old Baltimore.
But the fox must steep sometimes the wild deer
An treachery prey the blood iv the best;
Afther many a.brsye action pow yer and pride,
An many hard nigh the mountain 3 bleak side,
An q thousand great dangers andtOk orerpas
In the darkness of night he was taken at last.
Now, shsmus, look back the beautiful moon,
For the door OF the prison must close you soon,
An take your last look on her eip lovely light,
That falls on the mountain and valley this night;
One look at the village, one look at the food,
An one the sheltering, far-disant wood;
Farewell to the forest farewell 70 the Hill,
An farewell to the friends that will think of you still,
Farewell to the pattern, the hurin an wake,
An fare well to the girl that would die for your sake.
An twelve sodgers brought him 10 Marlborough jail
the turnkey resaved him, refusin' all bail; -
The chained, the strong hands bound
he laid his length the ccwd prison ground,
An the dreams of his childhood KEN over him there
gentle an soft as the sweet summer air;
An happy femembrsnces crosdng on ever,
AS fast as the foam -aakes drift down river,
Bringing his heart merry days long gone by.
Till the gathered heavy and thick in his eye.
didn't fall, for the pride Of his heart
Would suffer one doEa lis pale cheek 10 start;
Ar he sprsng his feet in the carS prison
An he with the ferceness that misery gave,
By The hopes OF The good an, the the brave,
Tha. when ne was n ouldering in the cold grave
HIS enemies never should have it boast
his of their vengeance one moment was lost:
HI. might bleed. but his cheek should be dry
Fur. undsuntsd he lived, and undsunted he'd die.
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Well, a few weeks was ever An gone,
The terrible day iv the trial came
There was sich a crowd there 10 stand
An sodgers guard, an Dragons swordin hand;
An the house full that the people bothered
attorneys an crers the point IL bein smohered
An cOEnseIors almost gev over for dead.
An the jury sttin' up IN tn cir box overhead;
the Judge settled determined an big,
With his gown his back an an Elegant new wig;
An silence called an the minute II sad
The court was as still rs the heart of the dead
An they heard but the openin' Of one prison lock
An shamus 'Brien into the dock.
For turned his eye round on the throng,
An he red at The bars. SO Arm an so strong,
An he that he had not hope nor friend,
A chance TO escape, a word to defend.
An he folded his he stood there alone,
As calm and cold a statue of stone;
An they read a big wrtin', yard long at laste,
m jim, didn't understand it, mind IL taste,
An the Judge took big pinch is snuff and be
Are you guilty not, Jim Brien, you plzse ?"
all held their breath in the silence of dhread,
An Shxmus Brien made answer and said:
Ny lord. II you ask me If in my lif e-time