The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1872-03-16
EBENSBURG, PA, SATURDAY, MARCH l6, 1879.

TNyiI Il
On the bleak trackless mountain among the
To be in the grave, where the heart head, an
breast
From labor an sorrow for ever shall rest
Don't ma Ike me seem broken in this mvlast hour:
For wish, when my heart S lynn under the
No true man can say that died like craven"
Then towards the judge shemus- bowed down
An that minute the solemn death-sentence was
PART THIRD.
The mornin' was bright, an the mists rose on
An the lark whsted merrily in the clear sky.
But why are the men standing idle so late?
An why do the crowd gather fast in the street?
What come they to talk of? what come they to
An why does the long rope hang from the
On Shamus O'Brien, pray fervent an fast,
May the saints take your soul, for this day is
your last.
Pray fast an pray strong, for the moment is
nigh, Unjust die =
When strong, proud. and great as YOU are Won
AT last they drew open the big prison gate,
An out came the SherifTs an sojers in state.
An a cart in the middle an Shcmus was in it
Not paler, but proUd1r than ever. that mint.
An, as soon as the people saw Shemus O. Brien
Wild prayin' an blessin', an all the girls cryin
4 wild waiin' sound ken on all by degrees
Like the sound of the lonesome wind blOwin'
On. on to the galIows the SherifTs are gone
An the car an the sojers go steadily ON.
An at every side swe.lin. around of the cart
a WIG, sorrowtul sound that would open your
Now under the galIows the cart takes it's stand.
An the hangman gets up with rope in his
hand.
An the priest hayin' blest him, gets ON the
ground,
An Shcmus O'Brien throws one look around
Then the hanHman drew near, and the people
Yo ing faces turn siclsIy, and warm hearts turn
An the rope benz ready, his neck was made
For 1.-THE grpe of the Iife-strangling cords to
An the good priest has left him, havin' said his
last prayer
But the good priest did morc-for his hands he
An with one daring spring Jim has lcaped on
lang hang! go the carbines, an clash go the
lie = not down! he S alive now attend to him,
BY one shout from the people the heavens are
One shout that the dead of the world might
Your swords they may glitter your carbines
But if you want hangin' t is yourselves you
Tonight he II ne sIeepIn' in AherIne gIin
An the devils in the dice if you cat ch M aein;
The sOjers run this way. the Sheriff's that
An Father Malone lost his new Sunday hat.
An tho sheriTs were, both OF them, punished
seVareiy, fairly
An fined like the devil, because Jim done then
\ week after this time. without firm a cannon
A sharp Yankee schooner sailed out of the
An the captain left word he was goins TO Cork
But the devil bit-he was bound for New York.
The very next spring-a bright mOrnin' in May,
An just six months after the great hangin day
4 letter was brought to the town of Kildare,
An on the outside was written out fair
ITO ould Mrs. O'Brien, in Ireland, or else
where"
An the inside began" My dear coed oud
Mother, LbOther
I'm safe. an I'm happy-an' not wishin' to
You in the radin'-wiJh the help of the priest
send you enclosed in this letter. at least,
Enough to pay him an to fetch You away
T0 the land of the free and the brave-Ameri-
kay
Here you1l be happy, an never made erwin
AS long as you re mother OF Shemus O'Brien.
Give my love to sweet Biddy, an tell her be-
kildare -
OF that spGlpeen who calls himself Lord of
An just say to the judge. don't now raj
For him, or his wig, or his dirty black cap.
An as for the Dragons them paid men of
slaughter water.
Say love them as well as the devil loves holy
Fill your bag with potatoes an bacon, an rice.
An tell my sweet Biddy, the best way of all
Il now, an forever to leave Ould tIlengall,
An come with you, takin snug ca bin berth,
/ An bring sod of the ould Shamrock earth.
An when you start from ould Ireland take
passage at Cork, York /;
An come straight across to the town of New
I An there ask the Mayor the best way to go
/ To the town of Cincinnati-the State Ohio;
| An there you will find me, without much
tryin', O'Bricn."
At the 'uarp an the Eagle kept by Shcmus