Volume: CBÉ 0189

Date
1935
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The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0189, Page 227

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The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0189, Page 227

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  1. Old Song

    Oh then rise up gallant Sweeney...

    OLD SONG
    "Oh then rise up gallant Sweeney
    You have me nearly robbed
    You're sitting by the fire all day from clean daylight til dark.
    You're sitting by the fire all day with Your dudeen in your gob
    I'm afeared You'll ne'r be able to plough the Rocks of Bán
    Me shoes they're getting worn me socks they're getting thin
    My weary heart is breaking I'm afeared it won't wear them
    The win' and rainblowing o'er me head from clear daylight til dawn
    I'm afeared they'll n'eer be able to plough the Rocks of Bán
    Rise up gallant Sweeney and give your horses hay
    Don't feed them ove green marshes
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Item type
    cbe.types.AMH
    Language
    English
    Writing mode
    Handwritten
    Writing script
    Roman script
    Informant