knew of death. 

  Kilrudden ford, Kilrudden dale, Kilrudden ruined in the gale That wrecked the coast of Inishfree, And Lal's last bed the plunging sea. 

HUNTING-SONG: FROM "KING ARTHUR."

 Oh, who would stay indoor, indoor, When the horn is on the hill? (Bugle: Tarantara! With the crisp air stinging, and the huntsmen singing, And a ten-tined buck to kill! 

 Before the sun goes down, goes down, We shall slay the buck of ten; (Bugle: Tarantara! And the priest shall say benison, and we shall ha'e venison, When we come home again. 

 Let him that loves his ease, his ease, Keep close and house him fair; (Bugle: Tarantara! He'll still be a stranger to the merry thrill of danger And the joy of the open air. 

 But he that loves the hills, the hills, Let him come out to-day! (Bugle:Tarantara! For the horses are neighing, and the hounds are baying, And the hunt's up, and away! 

BUIE ANNAJOHN.

 Buie Annajohn was the king's black mare, Buie, Buie, Buie Annajohn! Satin was her coat and silk was her hair, Buie Annajohn, The young king's own. March with the white moon, march with the sun, March with the merry men, Buie Annajohn! 

 Buie Annajohn, when the dew lay hoar, (Buie, Buie, Buie Annajohn!) Down through the meadowlands went to war,-- Buie Annajohn, The young king's own. March by the river road, march by the dune, March with the merry men, Buie Annajohn! 

 Buie Annajohn had the heart of flame, Buie, Buie, Buie Annajohn! First of the hosts to the hostings came Buie Annajohn, The young king's own. March till we march the red sun down, March with the merry men, Buie Annajohn! 

 Back from the battle at the close of day, (Buie, Buie, Buie Annajohn!) Came with the war cheers, came with a neigh, Buie Annajohn, The young king's own. Oh, heavy was the sword that we laid on; But half of the heave was Buie Annajohn, Buie, Buie, Buie Annajohn! 

MARY OF MARKA.

 Eric of Marka holds the knife: "A nameless death for a nameless life."-- 

 "Mary of Marka, bid him stay, And the morrow shall be our wedding-day."-- 

 "Will the blessing of priest give back my faith, Or life to the child you 

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