School: Coralstown (roll number 1314)

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1. Coralstown Poets (continued)

   

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   For under ground my way I have found,
   To aid you in your plan.
   On Jordan's subterranean stream,
   No light illumed my way.
   Until I caught the solar beam,
   On Scudge's shore to-day
   The Celtic race is obstinate,
   And not inclined to change
   That you may prize perhaps they hate.
   Which is not very strange.
   Be not too nice, take my advice,
   If you would victory score
   Let your motto be Phlebotomy,
   From Howth to Ballymore.
   When borne down beneath the load,
   Of men's perversity.
   I will assist you on your road,
   If you depend on me.
   If while you preach youll find your speech
   With Pagans won't prevail.
   Just bare your wrists, spit on your fists,
   And use me as a flail.
   St. Patrick held the precept good,
   And wished to test its truth.
   Hence, it is no lie he drew the blood,
   Of many a Pagan youth.

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Annie Geraghty

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Ballinla, Co. Westmeath

   Informant

   Philip Geraghty

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Ballinla, Co. Westmeath