Michael Moran was born about 1794 off Black Pitts, in the Liberties of Dublin, in Faddle Alley. A fht after birth he went stone blind from illness, and became thereby a blessing to his parents, who were soon able to send him to rhyme a street ers and at the bridges over the Liffey. They may well have wished that their quiver were full of such as he, for, free from the interruption of sight, his mind became a perfect eg chamber, where every movement of the day and every ge of public passion whispered itself into rhyme or quaint saying. By the time he had grown to manhood he was the admitted rector of all the ballad-mongers of the Liberties.
Madden, the weaver, Kearhe blind fiddler from Wiartin from Meath, M’Bride from heaven knows where, and that M’Grane, who in after days, wherue Moran was no more, strutted in borrowed plumes, or rather in borrowed rags, and gave out that there had never been any Moran but himself, and many another, did homage before ……（内容加载失败！）
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