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 AT CURRABWEE

night at Currabwee

Little men with leather hats

Mend the boots of Faery

From the tough wings of the bats.

So my mother told to me,

And she is wise you will agree.

Louder than a cricket's wing

All night long their hammer's glee

Times the merry songs they sing

Of Ireland glorious and free.

So I heard Joseph Plunkett say,

You know he heard them but last May.

And when the night is very cold

They warm their hands against the light 254