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School: Leamh-choill

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Drumsillagh, Co. Roscommon
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Cáit Ní Ghadhra
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0232, Page 052

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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0232, Page 052

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  1. Nicknames

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    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    2. agents (~1)
      1. people
        1. names (~166)
    Language
    English

  2. Old Song

    “Make a shirt without a seam,-every noise grows in time”

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    Old Song
    Make a shirt without a seam, eery rose grows merry in time. That neer was stitched by the hands of a dame - and it's then you'll be a true lover of mine.
    Get for me an acre of land, every rose grows merry in time. Between the salt water and the sea sand, and it's then you'll be a true lover of mine.
    Plough it all over with a ram's horn, every rose grows merry in time. And sow it again with one grain of corn - and it's then you'll be a true lover of mine.
    Reap it all over with one strap of leather, every rose grows merry in time. And bind it into a peacock's feather, and it's then you'll be a true lover of mine.
    Thrash it again in a mouse hole, every rose grows merry in time. And winnow it in an eggshell, then you'll be a true lover of mine.
    Pick it all up with a cobblers awl - every rose grows merry in time. And bring it to the market where nobody sells - and it's then you'll be a true lover of mine.
    And when you have done and finished your work - every rose grows merry in time. Come back to me and I'll finish your shirt - and it's then you'll be a true lover of mine
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