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The Croppy Boy - Bridie Gallagher
Good men and true in this house who dwell
To a stranger bouchal I pray you tell
Is the priest at home or may he be seen
I would speak a word with father Green
The Priest's at home boy and may be seen
'Tis easy speaking with father Green
But you must wait till I go and see
If the Holy father alone may be
The youth has enter'd an empty hall
What a lonely sound has his light footfall
And the gloomy chamber's chill and bare
With a vested Priest in a lonely chair
The youth has knelt to tell his sins
Nomine Dei the youth begins
At mea culpa he beats his breast
And in broken murmers he speaks the rest
I bear no hate against living thing
But I love my country above my king
Now father bless me and let me go
To die if God has ordained it so
The priest said nought but a rustling noise
Made the youth look above in wild surprise
The robes were off and in scarlet there
Sat a yoeman captain with fiery glare
With fiery glare and with fury hoarse
Instead of blessing he breathed a curse
'Twas a good thought boy to come here to shrive
For one short hour is your time to live
Upon yon river three tenders float
The Priest's in one—if he isn't shot
We hold his house for our Lord the king
And amen say I may all traitors swing
At Geneva Barrack that young man died
And at Passage they have his body laid
Good people who live in peace and joy
Breathe a pray'r and a tear for the Croppy boy
