The Geevagh Cross Prisoner

- James Foley a rebelious man within his clan Lends a hand to his neighbour's eviction and land Decided in a church yard chat of alarm A process served on a man is evil and darned Evicted from thatch is fearful in that there is no where to go They band in the mist on a boheen grass strip await the post man's right hand The process appears the postman he nears he waits then bowls near the crowd He fronts the large gang of vagabond brand his letter is blocked y their stand The post bag is ripped from shoulder and quiped you go and leave this place now The contents ransacked and process burnt black not delivered for court or for hand Constables came one hour remains a battering ram then deployed All scurry on out in fear from a shout leave tears in their door way a jammed Jail of six months in Limerick they shunt assizes demand of their mane Their women folk fear the crops needed dear the neighbours gather around in a feat A cheer and a fire admired by a shire propaganda and telegraph sent Fair play to those wives revolution aside that church yard endeavoured to dream My G/Grandfather's act i 1908