Betsy Gray The star of evening slowly rose Through shades of twillight gleaming It shone to witness Erin's woes Her children's life's blood streaming 'Twas then, sweet star, thy pensive ray Fell on the cold unconscious clay That wraps the breast of Betsy Gray In softened lustre beaming note:Elizabeth "Betsy" Gray led the pikemen in the front ranks at the battle of Ballinahinch. Later, as she scouted ahead on the road to Lisburn, she was ridden down. A cavalryman severed her hand at the wrist with a sabre, then two more shot her through the head. TK TK APR99
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