Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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But sorrow came too soon—alas!As we sped down Glendarra's pass,
The foe came thundering on our track
With matchlocks pointed at my back.
Away across Turlaggan's rill,
Up to the foot of Gurma's hill;
But when I gained its summit high,
Between my foemen and the sky,
A bullet hurtled through the air
And grazed my side with sudden smart,
And lodged within my true love's heart.
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