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| West Cork Brigade | |
| By MarjoryBanks | ||||||||
| 12 October 2006 | ||||||||
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My mother used to tell us tales of the old days. This is a few fragments I remember. Madge. P.S. Josie, I took heed of your suggestions to split and indent. Thanks!! Back in the old days, Before the partition, I had a Lee-Enfield, And some ammunition. Over that field, Where the factory now sits, I’d lie in the grass, And take pot-shots at brits. I well remember, A fine summer day, When we were out cycling, Down Skibbereen way. When there by the road, We found a grenade, Which we safely delivered, To the West Cork Brigade. I remember the barracks, Went up like KABOOM! ‘Twas Barney McGrew, And Charlie MaCroom. I later shacked up with, The young lad McGrew, And tried to make sure, MacRoom got his share too. I’ll tell to you some day, Of the mayhem and fun, When Pat McShane lent us His big Tommy gun!
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