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- THE BALLAD OF FATHER O'HART
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- GOOD Father John O'Hart
- In penal days rode out
- To a Shoneen who had free lands
- And his own snipe and trout.
- In trust took he John's lands;
- Sleiveens were all his race;
- And he gave them as dowers to his daughters.
- And they married beyond their place.
- But Father John went up,
- And Father John went down;
- And he wore small holes in his Shoes,
- And he wore large holes in his gown.
- All loved him, only the shoneen,
- Whom the devils have by the hair,
- From the wives, and the cats, and the children,
- To the birds in the white of the air.
- The birds, for he opened their cages
- As he went up and down;
- And he said with a smile, "Have peace now';
- And he went his way with a frown.
- But if when anyone died
- Came keeners hoarser than rooks,
- He bade them give over their keening;
- For he was a man of books.
- And these were the works of John,
- When, weeping score by score,
- People came into Colooney;
- For he'd died at ninety-four.
- There was no human keening;
- The birds from Knocknarea
- And the world round Knocknashee
- Came keening in that day.
- The young birds and old birds
- Came flying, heavy and sad;
- Keening in from Tiraragh,
- Keening from Ballinafad;
- Keening from Inishmurray.
- Nor stayed for bite or sup;
- This way were all reproved
- Who dig old customs up.
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