WitH THE STorY TELLERS

Loud was the wailing that arose
Through Leinster far and wide;
Not till they reached Saint Mullins,
Did the wailing once subside:
Then in that little churchyard
By noble Barrow’s side,
Laid the remains of him who was
Their bulwark and their pride.

THE END.

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