School: Termonfeckin
- Location:
- Termonfeckin, Co. Louth
- Teacher: Bean Uí Mhurchadha
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0675, Page 150
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- (continued from previous page)That night in sweet Baltray.Said mangy Ned let us have done
If e'er we wish to walk or run,
For to play trades is far more fun
Therefore begin I pray.
So sluggin Jack scrapped down the soot,
And Nell Mc Cay made up the smut,
The stuff she in her snuff box put,
That night in sweet Baltray.The sport began each one was named
But shortly they forgot the same
The drop it ran so in their brain,
They knew not what to say,
And since Strongbow came to Paddi's land
There ne'er was such a piebald clan
For nose and eyes, cleeks, lips and hands,
Were daubed in sweet Baltray.The Bridesmaid being a little "tore"
She gave a most tremendous roar,
And said she'd sing of they'd encore,
And drive dull care away,
So when she coughed and cleared her throat
He voice exceeded ass or goat
She sang Moll Dalton then by note(continues on next page)
