Journal of the Irish Folk Song Society, Volume 1, Issue 1, Page 35

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56lyric. When the Orangem seeks to express a state of feeling ho is apt to failcompletely; when the Nationalist seeks to tell a story ho is -apt to wander off it anddescribe some emotion which it arouses in his characters or in himself. Further, whilethe Nationalist ballads are far less local, they have no that intensity of tradition whichthe Orange ballads set forth, and, as already pointed out, they have had the advantagesand disadvantages of direct external influences. E. J. MCKEAN.tbe Ballad of tThss Cochrane. MAUD HOUSTON.f H 1t r. I t}-TAKEN down recently from the singing of CUABLES DEMPSEY, rural postboy, of Coleraine.His mother used to sell fowl, and he heard the old woman whom his mother used toemploy to pluck the geese for the Christmas market singing these songs to keep herself,and the others, awake in the long evenings.MISS COORRANE.It was on an Easter Monday, which happenedof late,Young Margret got ready and set on her way.Theboatjtwas light,itblew infrom the sea,And Miss Cochrane was drowned in MagilliganBay.A messenger in to her father was sent,Saying, Margret is lying, and for you I amsent.He says to the little boy, The truth youmay tell,For Margret is drownded _I know it right wellHe mounted his horse, unto Magilligan came,Where numbers of boats he spied out on themain;With boat-hooks and grapnels they weretaking great painFor to find out Miss Cochrane; but all wasin vain.Oh, its fare-ye-well, Margret, now sinceyou are gone.Oftentimes I have warned you Lough Foyleto shun;But oh, and alas! it has proved youre over-thrown,Which makes you to lie in the bottom alone.573 raament of a Ballad. MAUD HOUSTON.4- - \p. I.II..Ir. )-.r__-;- . ..tflHp-IHru-oSS._. StS..S.(1,b rIIISi ,I-;TAKEN down from the singing of PEGGY MACGABBY at Ballycastle, County Antrim.Bonny, bonny was my seat in yon red rosy yard,And bonny was my portion in the town of Ilallinagard.Shade and shelter was for mc till I began to fail;Ye all may guess now my distress lies near the nightingale.While 1 go before these lords to let those nobles know,Our ship is on the ocean, just ready for to go.Surely all will get a call to-morrow or next day,And my town boys will me convey the day I go away.Cue glower of 1Ra herall , 0. MAUD HOUSTON.oAAt4-I . I I l - }cl(J I 4 N 1 . I $ 4S, pIiP1 ,l I ) r - , Ei r ffjplb J 4... +, _. __.;_PAKEN down from the singing of MRS. RYAN, now deceased. She heard it sung by aballad-monger in Belfast.V

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