The old priest Peter Gilligan
Was weary night and day
For half his flock were in their beds
Or under green sods lay.
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'Lay me in a cushioned chair;
Carry me, ye four,
With cushions here and cushions there,
To see the world once more.
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COME round me, little childer;
There, don't fling stones at me
Because I mutter as I go;
But pity Moll Magee.
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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.
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