The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1880-02-26
THE LRLsH GRANDMoTHER.

Paddy, agra, run down 70 the bog, for my,
limbs are beginnin' TO tire, 49,
An see IL there's ever a sod at all that's dry
enough for the fire;
God be praised it's terrible times. an granny
is weak and old, Trr
the night SO dark and coldi 10
It's many day since seen the like, but did
An l prayed TO God on my bended knees 1
never might sec il more
Twas the year before the Risin," of Smith
O'Brien, you know
Thirty two years ago, ,Paddy-thirty two years
ago.
Your grandfather--Ciodr rest his souI-went out
with the boys to fight,
For the bailifts with the cFOWDarS. an
the sickness came with the blight;
An he said il was better to die like a man,
though he held but rusty pike,
Than starve on the roadside sbetggin' for food,
an be thrown ike dog in the dyke.
Och, honei OCH hone! it's a sorrowfuI tale,
n. but Ii listen aiore you go, ,-...i,,,, D
For Tim ne never came back TO me. but1it tsee
him soon, / Know.
Tim Ryan, he held dacent farm in the glen
An he titled the lands the Ryans owned two
hundred years before
And it's many a time, by the blazin' fire,
m heard from the priest, Father John,
Gle was my husbands cousin, agra, and he
lived TO be ninety -one.)
That the kyans were chiefs OF the country
round till Cromwell, the villain, came,
An battered the walls ofthe castle, and set all
the houses afiame,
lie came an he stabIedhis horses in the74bbey
of st. COlumkill,
An the mark OF his murderin' cannon you
may sec in the old wall still;
An he planted "A common trooper where the
Ryans we're chieftains Of yore-
An that was the first of the breed of him that's
now lord Cahirmorel
Old Father John, he was ninety one, itwas he
that could tell you the story,
An every name of his kith and lEiT-may their
souls now rest in glory . a-.-s =
His father was shot in 9s, as he stood at the
chapel door;
His grandfather was the strongest man IN the
parish of CahirmOre; afs l--t
An then there was Donohghs Donald More,
and TurlOugh on the roll,
An Khan, boy, that lost the lands because he'd
save his soul. s.s~
Och, hone machree but the night is cold, an
the hunger I'm your face
Hard times are comin' again, avic! God help
Three years before the famine came the agent
raised the rent,
But then there was many heipin' hand, and
- we struggled on content. --.ss-
Och, hOnei och, honei we're lonely nOW-nOW
that our need Is sore
For there's none but good Father Mahoney
that ever comes inside our door;
God bless him for the food Ire brings, and the
blankets that keep warm
GOD bless him Tor his holy words that shelter
us from harm
This is the month an the day, Paddy, that my
own colleen went;
She died on the high road side, Paddy, WHEN
we were drove out for the rent;
An it's well that remember how she turned
There's never pain that mayn't be gain, an
crossed herself an died.
For the Soupers were there with shelter an
food, If we'd only tell the lie,
But they fled like the wicked things they we're
o., when they saw poor Kathleen die.
She's prayin' for all of us now, Paddy-her
blessin' l know she's givenl 81 1888
An they that have little here below have
much ashore in heaven!