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Chapter 4 |
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Every thing is revealed by time. |
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The Feara Cualann |
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most ancient of leaders |
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Of the region at the heart of the birth of Ireland. |
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What become of them, their past deeds? |
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Their name, their history? |
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These men of the Wicklow Hills |
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These “men of cuala” as some boast all knowing |
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They pick away at threads and scraps |
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Proclaiming proudly their heritage to Cualann. |
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“We were the Cualann” they call |
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quoting the slurs of men with dark motive. |
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“It is us”, they write with gusto. |
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For in confidence they see the word Cualann as nothing more than sticks |
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bundles a mere name of history |
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Surely, it is Cualann that stretched through the Counties of Dublin and Wicklow. |
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From these lands comes the earliest of Ireland. |
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Why not herald such claims of pedigree to those holding rotted scraps and threads of dead monks and frauds?
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The O'Mulryan for once did proclaim themselves one of the first. |
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And now crows who pick at the carcass of a dead clan. |
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The Annals of the Four Masters- a most grotesuqe work of christians lies, |
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speaks of murder and greed for such land. |
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They wrote that Donnchadh Ua Maelmhuaidhc once lord of this land was killed by Murchadh Ua Maeleachlainn |
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They wrote Muircheartach Ua Maelmhuaidh, the other lord of Feara-Ceall, was burned by the Feara-Ceall, in the church of Raithin. |
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They wrote many a fable of pious Christian clergy fighting heathen savages. |
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A bloodthirsty swill of pagan barbarity, |
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Endless blood and feud, |
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that not more than a few could hold their breath long on a throne, |
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or yet admire their handsome crown before a suitor cleaved a new claim.
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Yet with reverence and awe are the “Four Masters” and their wickedness held. |
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All the while the cualann, the cuileain, the cuilleain are forgotten. |
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Cuala, a mere bundle of sticks, they parrot the invading histories of the Roman Christian, |
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the Norman Saxon lords and then the English. |
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Who then are the Feara Cualann? |
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Is their name their name? |
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The slip of the pen, the twist of the tongue, |
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the history of Ireland vanishes to dust. |
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You proud descendents of kings and chiefs. |
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In the youth of summer long forgotten |
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In The hills of Cualann were two golden horns, |
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Two breasts childing, Two tents of light |
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In the ancient winter |
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They are two rusted swords, |
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Two waves of darkness, |
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Two moons of ice. |
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