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T:Ráisiona Bhl'-a-hubhla
T:The Races of Ballyhooly
B:Joyce, P. W.; "Old Irish Folk Music and Songs"
R:song air
H:From memory, as I learned in my young days.  The Irish song that gave
H:name to this fine air--of which I heard fragments in my youth--commemorated
H:the fate of a number of peasants who were shot down in the neighbourhood of
H:Ballyhooly near Fermoy Co. Cork, while resisting the collection of tithes,
H:early in the last century (about 1825).  The poet utters a prophecy, which
H:has come to pass, that the particular church for which these tithes were
H:assessed would be levelled, till not one stone remained on another.
H:I have a copy of the whole song written in English letters phonetically;
H:but it is such gibberish that I can make nothing of it.  The first line
H:however is plain enough: Tá sgeul agum an innsinnt s'ná smuainim gur
H:breug é: "I have a tale to tell, and I don't think it is a false one."
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