Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)
- Date
- 1938
- Collector
- Location
![The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0485, Page 0316](https://doras.gaois.ie/cbe/CBE_0485%2FCBE_0485_0316.jpg?format=jpg&width=1600&quality=85)
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The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0485, Page 0316
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- (continued from previous page)Crake, crake, crake,
'Neath overhanging grass
Which sways and rolls above me
As the perfumed zephers pass
As I lie on the pimpernel,
Taking shelter from the heat,
The swallow, skimming along, perceives
Me 'neath the meadow sweet. III
O. men, who work in the meadow,
O' children, who seldom awake,
Can't you see that the season is dying.
As more rarely you hear me crake? -
Crake, crake, crake,
At night, at evening and dawn.
Since the meadow is mown and the leaves on the trees
Are turning a russet and brown.(continues on next page)