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"She's coming nearer. It can't be a cow she's seeking. No beast would stray that far up amongst the heather and the stones." The voice came more and more clearly. The words of the song reached them "I would I were in Ballinderry, I would I were in Aghalee, I would I were in bonny Ram's Island Sitting under an ivy tree. Ochone, ochone!" "I know that song," said Neal. "Everybody knows that song.
"Peg," said Neal, "Peg Macllrea, don't you be cross with me." "I would I were in Ballinderry," she began again. "Peg," said Neal, "I've finished my tea, and I wish you'd turn round. Please do, please." She turned to him at last with a broad smile on her face. "Is that the way you wheedled the poor lassie out of the kiss? But there now, I'll no say a word more about her if it makes you sore.
Armagh, three chapels were being built; and at the south-east corner, they had several societies, and had built, or were building, chapels at Ballinderry, Glenavy, and Kilwarlin. At this distance of time the Brethren's work in Ulster has about it a certain glamour of romance. But in reality the conditions were far from attractive. It is hard for us to realize now how poor those Irish people were.
At Gracefield, Ballinderry, and Kilwarlin where once Cennick preached to thousands he will find but feeble, struggling congregations.
In England the Brethren had flourishing causes at Fulneck, Gomersal, Mirfield, Wyke, Ockbrook, Bedford, Fetter Lane, Tytherton, Dukinfield, Leominster; in Ireland, at Dublin, Gracehill, Gracefield, Ballinderry and Kilwarlin; and around each of these congregations were numerous societies and preaching places. In Greenland they had built the settlements of New Herrnhut and Lichtenau.
Absenteeism apart for which no excuse need be attempted the Irish landlords did their best, gave of their substance, and imperilled their own lives for the sake of the sufferers. Mr. Richard White of Inchiclogh, near Bantry, fell a victim to the fever. Two other landlords who gave their lives for others were Mr. Richard Martin, M.P., and Mr. Nolan of Ballinderry.
"On Tuesday evening last, a large armed party came to the house of a farmer named Connolly on the lands of Ballinderry, county Westmeath, within a mile of the town of Moats, and demanded why he had turned away two servant boys he had, and directed him to send off the two boys he had since.
They were sacred things in his memory. "Now you're getting vexed," she said. "You're as cross as twa sticks. I can see it in your eyes. Well, I've more to do than to be coaxing you." She turned her back on him and began to sing "I would I were in Ballinderry, I would I were in Aghalee, I would I were on bonny Ram's Island, Sitting under an ivy tree. Ochone! Ochone!"
They'll be coming on soon, and then it won't do to be talking." "Ay, but you mustn't look at me while I tell you." Neal turned away and waited. He was impatient of this making of mysteries in a moment of extreme peril. "I would I were in Ballinderry, I would I were in Aghalee, I would I were in bonny Ram's Island Trysting under an ivy tree Ochone, Ochone!"
There was one little ditty which the children liked greatly, and which Granny said used to be sung to her by her nurse to put her to sleep. The song began: "It's pretty to live in Ballinderry, Far prettier to live in Magherlin; Far prettier to live in Ram's Island And see the little boats sailing in!"
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