School: Bullán (roll number 13432)

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1. A Story (continued)

   

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   down to the table he had only tea, bread and butter. "Where is the meat", said he. "We have none" said the daughter, "you threw it out in the yard last night". "If that is the truth", said he, "I never knew I was a fool till now". Got from: My Father Matie 50 years, Ballyara, Bullaun. By: James Mahony, same address on the 26th June 1938.

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2. Signs of Rain

   

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   Signs of Rain

   The hollow winds begin to blow
   The clouds look back, the grass is low
   The soot falls down, the spaniels sleep
   And spiders from their cobwebs creep
   Last night the sun went pale to bed
   The moon in halos hid her head
   The boding shepherd heaves a sigh
   For, see, a rainbow spans the sky.
   The walls are damp the ditches smell
   Closed is the pinkeyed pimpernel
   Hark! how the chairs and tables crack
   Old Betty's joints are on the rack
   Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks cry
   The distant hills are looking nigh

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