"'A thousand pililloos,' cries the trooper, 'Where is my pistol that I may slay?' Cries Mary O'Reilly, Lord Guido's wife, 'Come clear the way there, come clear the way!'"
"Oro! oh Tomaus! oro! oh Tomaus! Do not leave me here I beseech of thee, I've a mother's relative's son in Craggan And it's buried there I shall have to be."
On Tomaus his back was the body hoisted, In the ways of night, in the ways of night, Through roads that were crooked and rough and narrow By the pale moonlight, by the pale moonlight.
"Going down of a race and in great disorder, To the Craggan More, to the Craggan More, I found a spade at my right hand lying Behind the door there, behind the door."
"I found a spade at my right hand laid, Behind the door there, behind the door, Two thrusts that were heavy and strong I made Through the earthen floor, through the earthen floor."
"'Til I broke the hip bone of Watson Harford Was beneath the ground and he raised a clamour, 'Hubbubboo,' cried the Gowa Dhu 'Where is my hammer, where is my hammer.'"
"Oro! oh Tomaus; uch, uch, uch, oh! Do not leave me here I beseech of thee, For my father's brother's son is in Derry And it's buried there I shall have to be."
"On reaching the place all spent and lonely And I despairing, and I despairing, The gates were all strongly barred before me But I smote upon them with sudden daring."
"Said the Mayor of the place, in his grave clothes rising, In his winding sheet from his clay bed taken, 'Why knock so hard, each to his part; Come dead awaken, come dead awaken.'"
"Bodies and coffins came pouring upwards From the ground beneath in the pale moonlight, And they ranged themselves in a raging rabble On the bare wall's height, on the bare wall's height."
"'A hundred pililloos!' cried they all, 'What is the matter, where are we hurried?'"
"It is one of your friends who has died and here Is the place where he says that he must be buried. For his kindred are here and it's well they are, Then take him from me, and good's my riddance."
"Who of his people is buried here To claim admittance, claim admittance?"
"I know not myself of what tribe my man is On the ridge of earth if I'm not a liar, There's a stir and a voice in him, ask himself, Of himself inquire, himself inquire."