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na nGall. Bhi a bport seinnte on tus,Mach. Bhi Tomas b NeW i ndiadhw~itheadh orthu agus bhi na Gaill - idirYeos agus saighdiuiri rialta - cruinnithe'na sluaite ag an ait suI ma thosaigh ancath. Scaipeadh na hEireannaigh,maraiodh cuid mhaith acu, aguscuireadh beirt eile chun bais go neamhthrocaireachtar eis an chatha. ScriobhMicheaI bg b Longain:Is oth liom feinig bualadh an lae udDo dhul ar Ghaeil bhocht' is na ceadtaslad,Mar ta na meirligh ag deanamh gamedinn.It ra nach aon ni leo pic no slea.Nior thainig ar Major i dtits an laechugainn,Is ni rabhamar tein ann i gcoir rui igceart,Ach mar sheolfai aoireacht de bha ganaoireAr thaobh na greine de Shliabh na mBanMo lean leir ar an dream gan eifeachtNar fhan le heirim is d'oiche stad,Go mbeadh duiche Deiseach is IartharEireannAg triallle cheile on tir aneas.Bheadh ar gcampai deanta le forsaitreana,Bheadh cunamh De Zinn is an saol arfad,Is ni dhiolfadh meirleach roimh theachtan aoireAr thaobh na greine de Shliabh namBan.Ta na an Francach faobhrach is a loingeasgheasta,Le crannaibh geara acu ar muir le seal;Is e siorsceal go bhfuil a dtriall ar EirinnIs go gcuirfidh Gaeil bhocht' an's 'nagceart.Da ma dhoigh liom feinig go mb '/hioran sceal lidBheadh mo chroi chomh headrom le Ionar sceach;Go mbeadh doi ar mheirZigh, 's anadharc da sheideadhAr thaobh na greine de Shliabh namBan.AN BRATHADOIR 0 NEILLDeantar tagairt don bhrathadoirTomas 0 NWI ("Is ni dhiolfadh meirleachroirnh theacht an aoire ar thaobhna greine de Shllabh na mBan") i ndeireadhan dara vearsa, Tugadh pinseandon chladhaire seo, ach is beag sasairnha bhain s~ as. An te a d'aistrigh amhranMhichil Og U i Longain go Bearla (anDochtuir George Sigerson), bhi an meidseo le ra aige :"In the original 'no spy of the house ofNeill should sell us' refers to a miserabletraitor named Neill, who, it was said ,betrayed a party of the insurgents. Hereceived a pension for the perfidy, goldfor blood, renounced God for Mammon ,and attempted to retire into some placewhere he would not be known. He fledto County Cork, but with him went aterrible avenger - his own conscience.The country people speak of him yet;he never could be at rest and feared tobe left along; he thrust his companion-­ship on those he knew loathed, spurnedand insulted him, for he dreaded morethan all scorns to be left alone. They reporta significant speech of his . Ithappened as he was travelling on horsebackwith one of themselves that hishorse stumbled and threw him. Onlifting him he was remarked to be morewan and terror-stricken than could beaccounted for by the fall, and his comrade,looking at his wild fearful eyes,heard him mutter: 'Ni scarann andiabhal riamh liom-sa' . The countrypeople are . very cautious not tointennarry with any of his or any othertraitor's descendants."Sean iJ Meachair 0 Thigh na NaoiMile agus an Captaen Sean de Paor 0Choill an tSleibhe (a bhi ina oifigeach inAnn na Fraince) a bhi mar cheannairi arna Gaeil i gCarraig Mhoic1eir i 1798.D'eirigh leo beirt na cosa a thabhairtslan leo i ndiaidh an chatha agus d 'fhillan Captaen de Paor ar an bhFnlinc.Deantar tagairt don Phaorach i ndanbeag a scriobhadh faoin gcath:Ar ShZiabh na mBan an la ud, mo chraiteacht,ba dhubhach ar sceal -Ins na carraigi da gcamadh, is a lanagainn ag lui insa bhfraoch;Ins na carraigi da gcamadh, is a !tinagainn ag lui insa bhfraoch;Is ni stadamar den stair ud go dtaineamargo Coil! an tSleibhe.Gheobhadh Captaen Paor an la ud statduinn is talamh saorAch claiomh a thabhairt inar laimhduinn neamhspleach le Gall no Gael;Claiomh a thabhairt inar laimh duinnneamhspleach le Gall no Gael;Mo chreach, ni mar sin ata, 'tharla dhosna cnu a bheith caoch.DONAL 0 NORTUINCuireadh beirt priosunach chun baisgo neamhthrocaireach. Ba dhuinediobh Donal iJ Nortuin 0 Mhuileann nahUairnheann. Baineadh an ceann de,gur cuireadh ar spice e os cionn ChaisleainMhuileann na hUamheann.Scriobh Tomas iJ Riain (1849 - 1924),file Finineach on nDrongain, dan beagbronach faoi ide U i Nortuin:Oh, why do the reapers speed on to themountain,Slievenamon the historic, whose peak isablazeWith flames play ing high, as if shot froma fountain ?On what are those maidens directingtheir gaze?In green garments clad a tall fom1 iswendingHis way down the vale where the river isbendingAround yonder hillock, his stepsscarcely rendingThe shamrock's soft leaflets - so lithesomeis he,'Tis Norton the brave, the patriothearted!Who hastes to the hills for his countryto strike;The sun's setting rays ere the last beamdepartedJust lingered a moment to glance on hispike.Oh, whence comes this wild wail so sadand despairing,Like the Banshee foretelling thy fate,hapless Erin?'Tis Norton's own true love his last farewellbearingTo the home and the kindred he'll neversee more.Oh, why did you slumber so long,Tipperary,Till Wexford and Wicklow were laid intheir gore?On Fame's tented fields you had neverbeen chary,But always in battle struck on to thefore.On Slievenamon, then, your old courageundaunted,You showed you were ready to provewhene'er wanted,But the maids of SZieverdagh were leftlone to chant it,And chorus the winds with lost love 'solagon.In the valley of Compsey an old keep isloomingIts crumbling grey walls fast bespeakingdecay,Where the sons of St. John in the fardistant gloaming,Looked out 0 'er that vale in their chivalrousday;What spectre is that 0 'er the battlementsbendingFrom its gaunt sightless orbs are weirdshadows descending,Defiance and fire 'neath its gory locksblending,'Tis the head of poor Norton of Mullinahone.(to be continued in the next issue)36