Volume: CBÉ 0220 (Part 1)

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1. Song - The Hermit of Coolroe (continued)

   

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   Raised his baritone voice in a terrible bray
   I dropped in my carriage and fainted away
   Whilst my bodyguard laughed at my ludicrous rig."
   "I'll get Millar to sentence that ass" said the wig "and depend
   It would make any dacint Wig's hair stand on end
   To hear such a tale of oppression and greed
   If I'd such a thing as a heart it would bleed,
   To think of what anguish and pain may ensue
   For the act of one man, Oh I grieve not for you.
   But for people to whom you gave sorrow and woe
   Whose hearts you have scattered whose roofs you've laid low.
   And out on the country e'en beggars you sent
   For refusing to pay an exorbitant rent.
   Old man you're now laid on the head of your grave
   And shortly above it the rank weeds must wave
   But before you depart for that dimly known land
   Where everyone goes to be saved or be damned
   Repent for the evils you've done here below,
   Bring gladness and joy where ere this you brought woe
   Do this and in salt tears your grave they will dig and rest you in honour Good night" said the Wig.

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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

   Informant

   • Tomás de Buitléir