The Death of Betsy Gray

Betsy Gray was an Ulster Scot, a Presbyterian, and a true daughter of Ireland. Mudered by British Yeomanry in 1798. This poem tells the story. There are many poems and ballads about her in Ulster, this is my contribution to her legacy...

 

Oh, Erin mourns a daughter
Who was tragically cut away
A Scot of Ulster who for Ireland
Was killed one fateful day
Her hand cut off by a traitor
Who tried to apprehend her
She used upon the English
Their own cry of "No Surrender"
And though she was a lady
And her brother and lover offered to surrender to let her go
The cowardly and brutal English
Their good breeding they did show
And shot the men upon the sopt
Unpon which they did stand
And Jack Gill ever the gentle man
With his sword cut off her hand
And Annahilt, the townland
Can boast two of her sons
Thomas Nelson and James Little
In the woman emptied their guns.

Oh Im sure England is proud of her valiant men
And of the brave deeds they did do
Even those of their own church
Refused to share their pew
And the petticoats of the murdered lady
And her jewellery too
Was worn by the womenfolk of the Littles
And that by all was knew

The siblings Gray, George and Betsy
And her lover Willie Boal we commemorate
For they were true children of Erin
Without fear they met their fate
Though their names are not well known
Like many of their kind
Let this verse for future generations
Bring these Protestant Irish heros to mind.
And when narrow minded bigots
Ill od Scots and Protestants speak
Tell them of Tandy, Mc Craken and the Orrs
And the Grays, and Boal: and tell them shut their beak!

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Oh my.. what a creation, history and the written word combined into a lament

Tis sad the history of our part of the world.. but then, what countries havent done tragic and cruel deeds to another.. and, it's still happening - God help us.

What I wonder is, will there still be someone with your skill and sensitivities to document or remember what's gone on in times past?

Wicked yes...

A Scot of Ulster who for Ireland
Was killed one fateful day
Her hand cut off by a traitor
Who tried to apprehend her
She used upon the English
Their own cry of "No Surrender"
And though she was a lady
And her brother and lover offered to surrender to let her go
The cowardly and brutal English
Their good breeding they did show
And shot the men upon the sopt (spot?)
Unpon which they did stand (upon?)
And Jack Gill ever the gentle man
With his sword cut off her hand
And Annahilt, the townland
Can boast two of her sons
Thomas Nelson and James Little
In the woman emptied their guns.

History makes mockery of the good in people.

[Ray Hamilton]

A wonderfully written poem
I enjoyed it very much
Thanks Ray

[Debra Stevens Edwards (..]

Once again you have stirred my senses with this piece it has a ring of truth to it that. The story of a brave and passionate woman of God. Great piece thank you for sharing this.
Debby