School: Crosskeys
- Location:
- Cross Keys, Co. Cavan
- Teacher: Thomas Greene
Archival Reference
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0977, Page 308
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- (continued from previous page)The scholars they are on the fly
For writing pens he out does cry.
Each one scrambling for his own
As by some private mark is known.
The altar steps the writing place
For boys and girls there copies trace
Even where the loved Host was laid
The scribblers did invade.
Until the round faced Fr. Owen,
His anger on them made it known
With whip and stick, with indignation
For their thoughtless desecration.
The branches taught were held aloft.
Reading, writing, and the gaugh.
Grammar there was not a word,
That, foolishly, was thought absurd
Other branches a man may need,
But grammar absent he can't succeed.
Though life he'll deeply mourn its loss
For all his utterness will want a gloss.(continues on next page)
- Collector
- Una Lynch
- Gender
- Female
- Age
- 11
- Informant
- John Deane
- Gender
- Male
- Age
- 96
