Scathlan 2

NEWGATE'S DREARY PRISON In Newgate's dreary prison They dug a narrow grave And in it sleeps O'Donnell The bravest of the brave. And from this world he drove a brute That's numbered with the damned The beast and brutal Carey who Disgraced his native land. He was the organiser And suspect number one, He planned the Dublin murders, He led the bloody plan. For worldly greed he done a deed, His country men he sold, Like Judas in the scriptures For a piece of English gold. O'Donnell left his native home .When he was very young, To seek an honest living In the lands of Washington, He bade farewell to all his friends, He prayed he soon would see The Saxon driven down Lough Foyle, And the green flag flying free. As he lived beneath the stars and stripes It was then he thought he'd roam, Till at length he thought that he would come back To see his native home, He was shaded by detectives As he bid his friends goodbye, And he started off to Africa His fortune for to try. On board the Melrose Castle From England he set sail, She was a British steamship, And she carried the Capetown mail. Amongst the cabin passengers He met an Irishman, All with his wife and family Bound for a distant land. 48