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1. A Local Song Named A Day on Loughanlea (continued)

   

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   Where stout and whiskey flow
   And youngsters dance with fond delight
   And fiddles ply their bows
   But now alas! the times are changes
   The fair is nearly gone
   Where once there stood a score of tents
   To-day their stands but one
   Then up and down the mountain base
   We then beat to and fro
   The birds were few and far between
   Yet many we laid low
   With weary limbs we beat our way
   Around the knolls and crags
   And when we reached the cairn's top
   We had two well filled bags
   We got a drink from Peggy "Dunt"
   Her goat's milk was sublime;
   She said "'twould cure a score of ills
   If taken for some time"
   Poor Peg is gone to her reward;
   He cot is gone also
   And in the spot where once it stood
   Rank weeds and rushes grow
   For oft I ramble out the road
   And sit upon a mound
   And get my glasses focussed right
   To have a look around

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Mrs Carroll

   Gender

   Female

   Age

   45

   Address

   Edengora, Co. Meath