JOHN TODHUNTER

Aghadoe

INHERE 's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe, There's a green and silent glade in Aghadoe, Where we met, my love and I, Love's fair planet in the sky, O'er that sweet and silent glade in Aghadoe.

There's a glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe, There's a deep and secret glen in Aghadoe,

Where I hid from the eyes of the red-coats and their spies, That year the trouble came to Aghadoe.

O, my curse on one black heart in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, On Shaun Dhu, my mother's son in Aghadoe !

When your throat fries in hell's drouth, salt the flame be

in your mouth, For the treachery you did in Aghadoe !

For they track'd me to that glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, When the price was on his head in Aghadoe:

O'er the mountain, through the wood, as I stole to him with

food, Where in hiding lone he lay in Aghadoe.

But they never took him living in Aghadoe, Aghadoe;

With the bullets in his heart in Aghadoe, There he lay, the head, my breast keeps the warmth of where 'twould rest,

Gone, to win the traitor's gold, from Aghadoe !

I walk'd to Mallow town from Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Brought his head from the gaol's gate to Aghadoe;

Then I cover J d him with fern, and I piled on him the cairn, Like an Irish King he sleeps in Aghadoe.

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