Jimmy Murphy T'was down in Kilkenny the great row was making And poor little Jimmy Murphy was the last to be taken CHO: We are far from the last rout From the East to Downpatrick Where lies poor little Jimmy Murphy On the sweet green mossy banks skinnymalink killymajoe whisky frisky tooraloo Rank a diddle dido ding dural i doe! We gathered our pikes, our flintlocks and great branches And straight to Wexford town we made our advances We took Vinegar Hill, Enniscorthy and Gorey T'was the boys of the Cork Militia that deprived us the glory We marched through the town and we marched through the city Our hands were tied behind us and the ladies cried "Pity." Now Jimmy Murphy was hanged - not for sheepstealing But for courting a pretty girl and her name was Kate Whelan Riddle me that! Three verses were collected in Wales in the early part of the century. Two more were written recently by one Luke Cheevers. MR apr97
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