Ballyshannon Lane-Donal Lunny

[ti:Ballyshannon Lane] [ar:Donal Lunny] [al:1798 The First Year of Liberty] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Ballyshannon Lane - Donal Lunny [00:00.25]Twas in ninety six as the moon did fix [00:04.71]Her beams o'er Scullabogue [00:08.14] [00:08.95]While the planet Mars and the twinkling stars [00:13.27]Denoted where each roved; [00:16.39] [00:16.95]Of the Saxon birth had bit the earth [00:20.79]Well Cromwell's crew were slain [00:24.44] [00:25.29]Where the Yeomen that fled and left their dead [00:30.27]In the Ballyshannon Lane [00:33.69] [00:35.50]I paused a while beside the stile [00:39.57] [00:40.10]At the Churchyard in old Courtoyle [00:42.97] [00:43.88]One night in June as the silvery moon [00:48.83]O'er the Rebel's grave did sail; [00:52.13] [00:52.92]Scenes of ninety eight which I now relate [00:57.66]Passed through my youthful brain [01:00.66] [01:01.84]I prayed for the dead [01:04.41] [01:04.91]And through Raheen fled [01:07.83]To Ballyshannon Lane [01:12.14] [01:13.81]I passed Jim Moore's and the old forge door [01:18.12]Where Evoy forged the pike [01:21.68] [01:22.58]The night being kind no rain or wind [01:27.98]Blew over hill or dyke; [01:30.57] [01:31.61]By Keatings gate while I chanced to wait [01:36.52] [01:37.12]My thoughts drove me insane [01:40.85] [01:41.51]For the Yeoman crew a youth they slew [01:46.69] [01:47.26]In the Ballyshannon Lane [01:50.69] [01:52.73]My mother too God rest her soul [01:57.50]She showed me where he fell [02:00.50] [02:01.34]Twas across the lands where Doyle's house stands [02:06.29]He fought manly and well [02:09.45] [02:10.77]And out by Kehoe's he chased the foes [02:15.69]And many a Hessian was slain [02:18.84] [02:19.83]Till six bayonets pressed through his rebel breast [02:25.49]In the Ballyshannon Lane [02:29.29] [02:31.01]In Keating's lawn at the morning's dawn [02:35.70]When the barn was all in flames [02:38.99] [02:40.08]I'm grieved to tell my three uncles fell [02:45.10]That's Martin John and James [02:48.70] [02:49.67]As my aunt Kate stood by the gate [02:53.75]Herself and child were slain; [02:57.63] [02:58.30]Oh my teeth still cringe to have revenge [03:04.14]For Ballyshannon Lane [03:08.11] [03:09.46]This was the song that my mother sang [03:13.42]Into my youthful ears; [03:16.19] [03:17.01]And down her cheeks for weeks and weeks [03:22.02]Rolled hot and scalding tears [03:26.23] [03:26.86]My brother Mike forged me a pike [03:30.97]To take the hills again [03:33.96] [03:34.75]And in Irelands need I'm here to bleed [03:40.46]For the Ballyshannon Lane