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      Sligo Champion 12 September 1914
                   (After Mr. Kipling)

I went into the talkin' shop to see about the Bill ;
The Premier 'e ups and says : " We're waitin' . . . waitin' still ! "
The Tories grinned, and Balfour strung our gamble Haman-high,
I outs into the street again, and to meself sez I :
O, it's Paddy this, and Paddy that, an' "A cattle-driven crew ! "
But 'twas " Murphy o' the Munsters ! "when the trump of battle blew.
When the wind of battle blew, my boys, when the blast of battle blew,
It was Burke, and Shea and Kelly when we marched to Waterloo.

T.M. Kettle in the "Daily Chronicle"

This is based on Rudyard Kipling's poem "Tommy" written in 1892.

More verses from Kettle's parody were published in the Sligo Champion in January 1916.

       Sligo Champion 5 December 1914
              The Connaught Rangers.

Awake, sleepy Connaught! awake to the praises
That follow your Rangers wherever they go;
Your brave sons who dash in and fight on like blazes
In the fire of blue hell, or in trenches of snow.

Awake, sleepy Connaught! awake with proud bearing;
Your Rangers, forever, are niched high in fame
Awake, for the heart of the Empire is swearing—
No soldiers more valiant than yours can she name!

Awake, sleepy Connaught! the German is reeling,
He flies from the onslaught of closely pressed steel;
Whilst with a brave slogan upon his ears pealing
The brave Connaught Rangers dash in at his heel!

Awake, sleepy Connaught! with brave pride, unbounded,
Your sons are at home in the charge and the trench;
May the knave who gainsays your brave fame be confounded,
’Twas you gave the Empire the Rangers—and French.

Ballyara, Tobercurry.

Sligo Champion 10 October 1914.
                ERIN, ARISE!

Erin, the heart of you’s throbbing with pride,
For the dawn of your triumph shines clear;
From lowland and valley and wild mountain side
One glad song of triumph you hear.

Erin, the heart of you ought to be light,
Now the night of your waiting is o’er;
Erin, the smile of you ought to be bright,
The tear-drop to dim it no more.

But, achusla, the heart of you’s throbbing with pain,
Aching with pity and grief:
Your sons are gone forth to fight and be slain,
The hour of your gladness was brief.

Erin, the heart of you’s bleeding and sore,
For the bloodshed, the grief, the despair
Of those who have proved such true allies of yore,
Mavoureen, you’ll listen, you’ll answer their prayer.

For Erin, the heart of you always was brave,
It always beat kindly and true.
It always was willing to help and to save,
And fearless to dare and to do.

Then come from the North and come from the South
Gather in from the East and the West.
Let the heart of old Erin be strong and go forth
To succour the sad and oppressed.

Curse back all our grief and our womanly fear,
Forget our despairing good-byes.
But send forth o’er old Ireland
A great ringing cheer,
And call to her, Erin, Arise!

M. McGarvey, Fanad, in the "Derry Journal."


Charles McCoy appears to be the ex-Sergeant of the RIC who in the 1901 Census was living with his mother in Ballyara Knox, near Tubbercurry. In the 1911 Census he was living with an unmarried sister, Alice a teacher, just across the border near Swinford, County Mayo.

In 1911 he is recorded as Clare-born, in 1901 as Sligo-born. His age was given as 35 in 1901 and 41 in 1911.

When the Volunteers split in September 1914 into the pro-Redmond National Volunteers and the Irish Volunteers under Eoin MacNeill all Sligo Volunteer corps supported Redmond with the exception of the Tubbercurry corps.

This same Charles McCoy wrote to Volunteer headquarters in early November claiming that the meeting of Tubbercurry Volunteers which opposed Redmond was not representative and that those who attended were all of the Sinn Féin camp, "None . . .  Tubbercurry men, but strangers employed there". According to McCoy, the Tubbercurry Sinn Féiners were branding Redmond as "the mercenary recruiting agent of the British Government".

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