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MAJOR ROBERT GREGORY
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When with the Galway foxhounds he would ride
From Castle Taylor to the Roxborough side
Or Esserkelly plain, few kept his pace;
At Mooneen he had leaped a place
So perilous that half the astonished meet
Had shut their eyes, and where was it
He rode a race without a bit?
And yet his mind outran the horses' feet.
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We dreamed that a great painter had been born
To cold Clare rock and Galway rock and thorn,
