That they plunged with frenzied shrieks of fear
’Neath the eye of the mountain star.
Oh, it was Sir Frederick Hamilton’s men
Set forth to smite and slay,
And it was a son of the bog and fen
That guided them on their way!
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]ETCHING AT NIGHT
I wandered in the streets of Galway-town,
When night had let her dusky curtains down,
And in a doorway, tall and fair and slight,