Scoil: Scoil an Chlochair, Cappamore

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1. The Roadman's Wife from Cappamore - Her Corn Cured (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   There's none in front, they're all behind
   The ganger surely should be fine
   Or given free a corn
   He'd be more careful with the road;
   The ramblers would be found and stowed
   Int the pot-holes where, I'm blowed
   They'd never touch a corn

   'Twas then I thought of Rambling Thade
   Who always called a spade a spade
   How he had once a plaster made
   From paraffin and soda
   He mixed them both into a paste
   Affixed a label "Do not taste-
   Apply affected part with haste-
   Leave well enough alone, ah!"

   I tried the plan at first for fun
   Three days and nights I let it on
   The Rambling Thady's trick had won
   As sure as I was born
   It pulled the corn out by the roots
   Lock, stock and barrel, branches, shoots
   At last, thank God, my nice new boots
   Won't press upon my corn

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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