Volume: CBÉ 0407 (Part 2)

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1. A Spot of Folklore from Co. Carlow (continued)

   

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   Old Tim is gone; his whisper's over;
   A few gorsoons he'll tell,
   And then to close both den and shore
   He'll run o'er dale and dell

   The summer's morn broke bright and gay
   As the beagles forth are led
   An hundred horse, at least, are they
   And Sir Richard at their head.

   "Come on, my horses, step close behind
   And now, my ladies fair,
   You'll have a pant today, you'll find ,
   Or the d---l bleach my hair"(i)

   Near Nollie's cabin, low and lean,
   We raised our hare - hulloo!
   A sturdy steel-grey of stately mien
   That 'fore the hounds fair flew

   The Slaney twice she swam at Craan;
   Through wooded glen and dale
   O'er bog and lealand, riasg and baan
   And never seemed to quail

   (i) Oath authart

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   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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