School: Baile an Londraigh (B.) (roll number 14305)
- Location:
- Ballylanders, Co. Limerick
- Teacher: Seán Ó Buachalla
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- (continued from previous page)To be trudging along with that old miser.
IV
When we came to his dwelling I entered it first,
It looked like a kennel or an old preaching church
There is no help for misfortune, I'm caught in the lurch
In the power of old Darby O Leary.
V
It was well I remember 'twas Michelmas Night,
To a hearty good supper he did me invite,
To a sup of sour milk that would physic a snipe
And give you the woeful disorder
VI
The praties were wet they would poison the cats,
While the barn I slept in was swarming with rats
It was little I thought it would e'er be my lot
To lie in that bed until morning.
VII
'Twas what he did say to me, I understood,
Your bed in the barn is not very good
For the blankets were made at the time of the flood
And the quilt and sheets in proportion.(continues on next page)
