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               A lament written on the dreadful

  Massacre of Six-mile-bridge,

                  IN THE COUNTY CLARR!

You Roman Catholics I pray draw near,
Some dismal verses you now shall hear,
It is concerning a most brutal deed,
That would make the hardest heart to bleed,

Upon the 21st day of July,
Those fine young youths were compell'd to die,
In Six-mile-bridge in the County Clare,
To See the elections was what brought them there

About 12 that day as we have been told,
The streets were crowded with both young & old
When the 31st were marching by that way,
But there O—e officer made them delay.

Then like wolves blood thirsty that lost their prey
Those vile assassins without delay,
Commenced to fire the Cromelian core,
And left many weltering all in their gore.

Then most heart-rending it was to see,
So many murdered innocently,
By those cruel barbarians without fear or dread
Fathers sons & brothers they wereshot dead.

The Rev. Father Clune was wounded sore,
That blessed divine they left him in his gore,
Amongst the dead and dying he was seen to fall
For they grazed his temple with a musket ball.

Such a dreadful carnage was never knew,
As was committed by tbe wick'd crew—
When they shot the father they then began
With their bayonets fixed to guiiitine the son !

It would draw tears then down from your eyes
To hear the widows and the orphan's cries
Likewise the mother for her son insane,
Each seeking out their own amongst the slain.

Now the Friends and parents of the murder'd dead
May weepand mourn o'er their grassy bed—
And in night's dead silence offer up their prayers
For the innocent victims of the County Clara.

That cruel and cold-blooded Massacre,
Of Six-mile-bridge will remembered be,
Where young and old that day lost their life
By a most infernal barbarian tribe.

Now let each good Christian with hearts sincere
To the Almighty offer up their prayers,
That their souls in heaven may happy be,
To the end of time and eternity.