School: Cuileann Uí Chaoimh (B.), Sráid an Mhuilinn (roll number 4440)

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    V
    Lit her fire and cooked her dinner, Made of herbs and porriage thinner
    Than would suit the poorest sinner, in the street
    VI
    One morning the hot coal holding, In her petticoat unfolding
    She thought no one was beholding, her bare feet
    VII
    She thought no one was gazing, So her petticoat uprising
    She held the bright coal blazing, in her skirt
    VIII
    But the old smith sharp and cunning, Saw her legs as she was running
    and said to her in funning, making sport
    IX
    Ah bless me what a pitty, that those legs both white and pretty
    Did ne'er go to the city, to be shown
    X
    For the part of them thou barest, Is of snowy hue the fairest
    and their beauty is the rearest, e'er was known
    XI
    But the wicked smith was jeering, with the most unholy leering
    at the Blessed Saint Lateeran, as you see
    XII
    While the smith was thus beguiling, St Lateeran looked down smilling
    Pride her simple heart beguiling, into sin
    XIII
    With pride her cheeks were glowing, as she saw her ankles showing
    White as hills when it is snowing, on her breast
    and her feet so smooth and taper, and could dance or cut a caper
    need not vie with queen in shape, or the best
    XIV
    While the simple saint was flirting, The skirt she held the coal in
    Set fire it is most certain, to her gown
    still miracles amazing, Though all round the St. was blazing
    The saint is spared from seizing, up or down.
    XV
    The blaze around her pouring, With hissing and roaring
    went o'er the Saints head soaring, into air
    But though it wound her and like a girdle bound her
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    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    2. events
      1. events (by time of year) (~11,476)
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Patrick Lynch
    Gender
    Male
    Address
    Euglaune, Co. Cork
    Informant
    Timothy Lynch
    Relation
    Parent
    Gender
    Male
    Age
    43
    Address
    Euglaune, Co. Cork