School: Gort Leitreach (roll number 15960)

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1. Cassidy's Buck (continued)

   

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   Thou having but one eye to gaze
   Like to the famed syclops of former days.
   His tail to such a style did grow.
   Its like a bunch of scutching tow
   And does the hind part much adorn
   As he keeps it up except in storm
   His only fault I really think
   Is that he is so frightful stink
   But any person going the way.
   Can stuff his nostrils with hay.
   Although it may appear too rough
   I'd recommend it before snuff.
   To those whose roses are not firm
   And contain what I will not term
   But then the buck is liked so well
   The people disregarded the smell
   As he retains a gentle temper
   When he-goats all get cross in winter,
   Though some would say he faced his keeper
   And gave him wounds that none was deeper
   But as I hear to his good luck
   It was behind he got the puck
   Where some to show their wounds be shy.
   Just up a little from the thigh
   Said animal would not engage
   his master but he was enraged
   And people do not excuse him since

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Higgins

   Occupation

   Poet

   Address

   Clooncose, Co. Leitrim