‘How oft I’ve watched him from the Hill move here and there in grace,
In Cork, Killarney, Thurles town or by the Shannon’s race,
‘Now Cork is bet; the hay is saved!’ the thousands wildly sing-
Don’t speak too soon, my sweet garsún, for here comes Christy Ring.’
A memory in tribute to our friend, the late Jimmy Smyth of Ruan
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‘With head uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn‘
Howth Singing Circle 