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| FEAGH M’HUGH 1 of the mountain,— | |
| Feagh M’Hugh of the glen,— | |
| Who has not heard of the Glenmalur chief, | |
| And the feats of his hard-riding men? | |
| Came you the seaside from Carmen, | 5 |
| Crossed you the plains from the west, | |
| No rhymer you met but could tell you, | |
| Of Leinster men, who is the best. | |
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| Or seek you the Liffey or Dodder, | |
| Ask in the bawns of the Pale, | 10 |
| Ask them whose cattle they fodder, | |
| Who drinks without fee of their ale. | |
| From Ardamine north to Kilmainham | |
| He rules, like a king, of few words, | |
| And the Marchmen of sevenscore castles | 15 |
| Keep watch for the sheen of his swords. | |
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| The vales of Kilmantan 2 are spacious, | |
| The hills of Kilmantan are high, | |
| But the horn of the chieftain finds echoes, | |
| From the water-side up to the sky. | 20 |
| The lakes of Kilmantan are gloomy, | |
| Yet bright rivers stream from them all,— | |
| So dark is our chieftain in battle, | |
| So gay in the camp or the hall. | |
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| The plains of Clan Saxon are fertile, | 25 |
| Their chiefs and their tanists are brave, | |
| But the first step they take o’er the border | |
| Just measures the length of a grave; | |
| Thirty score of them forayed to Arklow, | |
| Southampton and Essex their van,— | 30 |
| Our chief crossed their way, and he left of | |
| Each score of them living a man. | |
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| O, many the tales that they cherish | |
| In the glens of Kilmantan to-day, | |
| And though church, rath, and native speech perish, | 35 |
| His glory ’s untouched by decay; | |
| Feagh M’Hugh of the mountain,— | |
| Feagh M’Hugh of the glen,— | |
| Who has not heard of the Glenmalur chief, | |
| And the feats of his hard-riding men? | 40 |
