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              Sorrowful Lamentation on

The Five Young Men who were
                    drowned.

By their boat upsetting in the Bay of Dublin.

You tender-hearted christians, pray listen to what I say,
Coacerning of the dangers contended on the sea,
For sad and dismal is their fate that perish in the deep,
Away from all that they love dear they've left their friends to weep

Five gentlemen that were all young they went to take the air,
On Monday evening in July, to Ringsend they did repair,
A boat engaged from Murphy to sail unto Kingstown,
But hundreds now do mourn their loss alas they have been drowned.

Now Dublin Bay is dangerous when strong winds they do blow,
And many a gallant hero there have met their overthrow,
Many lost their husbands, their wives, or children dear,
For the raging sea and stormy winds no mortal they will spare.

At Poolbeg lighthouse they were seen it was near eight o'clock,
The winds they blew tremendous, their boat did roll and rock,
The waves were rising mountains high, they strove to reach the shore,
But their boat went down their race was run they sunk to rise no more.

Their names I now will mention for they were loved right well,
And of their shining virtues their numbers now can tell,
The eldest was but twenty-seven the youngest but eighteen.
And such a loss in Dublin I'm sure was sever seen.

Mr. Ryan, and Mulcahy, both generous, gay, and frank,
They were respected and beloved by all in the National Bank,
With Mr. Brown, and Turner, many now for them will weep,
With Mr. Fitagerald, a young student they all lie in the deep.

Some of the bodies has been found and brought unto the shore,
Their comrades, parents, and their friends, lament for them full sore,
They were cut down in youth and bioom by Providence decreed,
But we hope their souls in heaven will rest for all eternity.

Those gentlemen they were well known in Dublin all around,
Their friends they live respectable as many can be found,
We hope they were prepared to go when God on thom did call,
or innocent was their pastime when they met their sad downfall.

Now to conclude those mournful hues may their souls rest in peace,
They never indured any one nor did their friends disgrace,
Bet was a credit to their friends also their comrades dear,
Who for their take without a doubt they often wilkshed tears.