Volume: CBÉ 0220 (Part 1)

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1. Song - The Hermit of Coolroe (continued)

   

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   In the time of the evictions about the year of 1880 there lived a landlord in Coolroe and his name was James Byrne. He evicted all the tenants in Coolroe and he was afraid of his life that the people would come back and kill him. So he kept a bodyguard of policemen around him. They watched and guarded the house outside especially after an eviction. There was a rhyme made by about these evictions and sung around Glynn about fifty years ago.

   The hermit he sat by his parlor grate,
   The room was snug and the hour was late,
   His feet on the fender his wig on the chair.
   His pipe and his punch and his newspaper there.
   Yet the hermit he wore a dejected air.
   He shifted he shuffled he moaned & he sighed.
   Alas and alack I'm a lone man he cried.
   No one to speak to me no one to cheer;
   The long weary hours of the night I spend here,
   Just then his gaze turned to where his wig lay, and his grief was accosted by one smiling ray,
   He said to himself as there's nobody here

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Date

   15 June 1936

   Item type

   cbe.types.AMH

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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   • Tomás de Buitléir