Volume: CBÉ 0220 (Part 2)
- Date
- 1936
- Collector
- Locations
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Old Song (continued)
“I'm a gay "dacent" labouring youth...”
(continued from previous page)She showed no more money to me
Than a hungry man showed to a herring, Sir.Wan Belly-go-fister I gave
Which caused her to cry, laugh and grin again
And in nine months I opened the grave
And laid her on the bones of Ould Finnegan.Now I am single again
I'll spend me time ["raling"] and frollieking
I'll go to the fair with the maids
And dance with 'em all at the pattern.They needn't think I'm stuck to a tree
They may be quite fat but get thin again
They won't spend their cockles in me
For they might get acquainted with Finnegan.(no title)
“There was a kind of language around here long ago...”
There was a kind of language around here long ago, the Gamet they called it. "Douse the glimmer and klim the kid, and speel to the doss" (put out the candle, put the child to bed, and go to bed).