Journal of the Irish Folk Song Society, Volume 1, Issue 1, Page 39

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646&I.The fame of the brave shall no longer besounded,The last of our bards now sleeps cold inthe grave.Magilhigans Rocks, where his lays haveresounded,Frown dark at the ocean, and spurn atthe wave.II.For, Hanipson, no more shall thy soul-touching fingerSteal sweet oer the strings, and wildmelody pour;No more near thy hut shall the villagerslinger,While strains from thy harp warble softround the shore.II.No more thy harp swells with enraptamdemotion,Thy wild gleams of fancy for ever arefled;No longer thy minstrelsy charms the rudeocean,That rolls near the green turf that pillowsthy head.Iv.Yet vigour and youth with brigh i visionshave fired thee,And rosebuds of health have blown brighton thy cheek;The songs of the weet bards of Em inspiredthee,And urged thee to wander, bright laurelsto seek.V.Yes, oft hast thou sung of our Kings crownedwith glory,Or sighing repeated the lovers fond lay;And oft hast thou sung of the bards famedin story,Whose wild notes of rapture have longpassed away.VI.Thy grave shall be screened from the blastand the bifiow,Around it a fence shall posterity raise;Erins children shall wet with their tears thycold pifiow,Her youth shall lament thee, and carol thypraise.of white SaUy , the back of fir, patched with copper and iron plates. His daughter nowattending him is only thirty.three years old.I have now given you an account of my visit, and ever thank you (though myfingers are tired) for the pleasure you procured to me by this interesting commission.Ever yours,G. V. SAMPSON.Hampson died at the advanced age of an hundred and ten years.f A few hoursbefore his death he tuned his harp, that it might be in readiness to entertain somecompany who were expected to pass that way shortly after; however, he fe1 the approachof death, and calling his family around him, he resigned his breath Without a struggle,being in perfect possession of his faculties until the last moment of his existence.The foregoing account of Hampson does not menbion whether he had beenmarried more than once; but this seems probable from the age of his daughter attendinghim at the time it was written, who if thirty-three years old then, she must have beenborn when he was seventy.fiye.LINES WRITTEN ON HIS DEATH.The following lines on his death appeared in the Belfast Magazine, January, 1808.Auraonrriss: Lady Morgans Wild Irish Girl, vol. 3; Belfast Magazine.Cbe B1azin Star of brim.ANDREW MACINTYRE., i-J* Sallagh.f Another authority states ll 2 years. EnsMACINTYBE, ofin the parish,A. MACI.TAKEN down, this year, from the singing of my mother, MBa. LETITIABallymore, County Donegal. The ballad and the air are not well knownmy mother being the only one I have ever heard sing it.THE BLAZING STAR OF DRIM.The first time that I saw my love the stormy winds did blow,The lofty hills and mountains were covered oer with snow;Where I being late, a friend to treat, which caused me to stay,There I beheld that lovely maid who stole my heart away.The second time I saw my love she smiled and passed me by;Right earnestly I asked of her, where did her dwelling lie?Right modestly she answered me, and alluring was her tongue,Its far my habitation, sir; I daily live in Drim.F

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