School: Cor na Péiste
- Location:
- Cornapaste, Co. Monaghan
- Teacher: M. Ní Théinfhir
Archival Reference
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0947, Page 224
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- The hollow winds begin to blow,
The clouds look black the glass is low;
The soot falls down, the spaniels sleep,
And spiders from their cobwebs creep,
Last night the sun went pale to bed,
The moon in halos hid her head;
The boding shepherd heaves a sigh,
For see, a rainbow spans the sky:
The walls are damp, the ditches smell,
Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel.
Hark!; how the chairs and tables crack;
Old Betty's joints are on the rack;
Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks cry
The distant hills are looking nigh.
How restless are the snorting swine!
The busy flies disturb the kine;
Low o'er the grass the swallow wing's;
The cricket too, how sharp he sings.
Puss on hearth, with velvet paws,
Sits, wiping o'er her whiskered jaws
Through the clear stream the fishes rise,
And nimbly catch the incautious flies;
The glow-worms, numerous and bright;
Illumed the dewy dell last night.(continues on next page)
