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1. A Local Poet (continued)

   

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   and the Moses of his day.
   He alluded to a dream he had as follows-
   One night on my bed I lay
   Quite wearied with the toil of day
   Reflecting on a tyrants sway
   And wrapt in contemplation

   Methought on Brandons lofty hill,
   I sat beside a purling rill
   Each soft and whispering breeze was still
   And silent was all nature

   He had a desire for drink and he used be often very sick after an overdose. On one occasion being asked what was wrong with him he said-
   I'm weak in my members
   My spirits are low
   And scarce can I iwrite those few verses
   As cold as the waters my blood seems to flow
   And moves with constraint through my vessels

   My senses do wander, I suffer great pain
   Still I am quite unconscious of any complaint
   Thy judgement Oh God, must always remain
   Because it was caused by the bottle

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Peggie Sullivan

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Ballynamona Lower, Co. Kerry

   Informant

   William Hanifin

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   70

   Address

   Laharan, Co. Kerry