School: Lios Uí Ghrifín (roll number 12227)

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1. Paddy Hegarty's Old Leather Breeches (continued)

   

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   Last Winter's snow put "vitalo" so low
   That Paddy was ate out completely
   The snow coming down
   He could not go to town
   Thoughts of hunger did bother him greatly.

   One night as he lay, adreaming away
   Of ghosts, fairies "[?]" and witches
   He heard an uproar,
   Outside his front door,
   He rose and he pulled on his breeches.

   Says Brian Mac[?], with a voice like a Turk
   "Pray, Paddy, go get us some atin'"
   Says Big Andy Moore, "We'll burst open
   the door,
   Sure this is no night to be waiting."

   They swore by the hob, if they didn't get prog,
   That they'd eat him right out of his breeches
   The words were scarce spoke
   When the door it was broke
   And they crowded round Paddy like leeches

   Paddy in dread slipt up to the bed
   Where Judy his old darling wife was
   And there 'twas agreed

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Informant

   James Colter

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Coosheen, Co. Cork