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The name Logan is a group of families. The ancient O'Leoghain chieftains were Lords of Morgallion in County Meath. There were deLogans who came with the Normans in 1190. And then, of course, the Scottish Logans most of whom moved to Ireland in the 1600s, represent the third group.
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Noble Logan.
B.1784 Ireland
D.07 01 1875 (82) Old Age.
59 Shamrock Street Glasgow Scotland.
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Cannot  go further back to establish if the Logan's origionated in Scotland and moved to Ireland in the clearances.
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                     Logan Water
By Logan's streams, that rin sae deep,
Fu' aft wi' glee I've herded sheep;
Herded sheep, or gather'd siaes,
Wi' my dear lad on Logan braes.
But waes my heart! Thae days are gane,
And, fu' o' grief, I herd my lane,
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far frae me and Logan braes.

Nae mair, at Logan kirk, will he
Atween the preachings, meet wi' me-
Meet wi' me, or, when it's mirk,
Convey me hame frae Logan kirk.
I weel may sing, thae days are gane;
Frae kirk and fair I come alane,
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far frae me and Logan braes.

At e'en, when hope amaist is gane,
I daunder dowie an' forlane,
Or sit beneath the trystin'-tree,
Where first he spak' o' love to me.
O! could I see thae days again,
My lover skaithless, an' my ain;
Rever'd by friends, an' far frae faes,
We'd live in bliss on Logan braes!

Lyrics by Robert Burns 1793
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