Volume: CBÉ 0220 (Part 2)

On this page

1. Old Song (continued)

   “I'm a gay "dacent" labouring youth...”

   

   Share Share Post

   (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.

   

   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

2. (no title)

   “There was a kind of language around here long ago...”

   

   Share Share Post

   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).

   

   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • Patrick Dake