Imleabhar: CBÉ 0485 (Cuid 1)
- Dáta
- 1938
- Bailitheoir
- Suíomhanna
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An Príomhbhailiúchán Lámhscríbhinní, Imleabhar 0485, Leathanach 0155
Íomhá agus sonraí © Cnuasach Bhéaloideas Éireann, UCD.
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ÍoslódáilAr an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)V
They proposed a great wager, when threatened with danger
That Sheretan' the gauger, would row them to Hell
I believe it was thrue, that their words they did rue
For unless they repented, their bet was kept wel.
VI
We are all uneasy for Henry Stacey,
For he was a civil, and genteel young man
In the height of his bloom, he met with his doom
For being a member of that hellish clan.
VII
But may the scurvey and fever, sweep Laudley the gauger
To regions of torture that are not on Earth
and may Oscar the great with his flail of great weight
Pursue his companion, and thrash them to death
VIII
So let this bee a warning, both noon night, and morning
To all Roman Catholics for ever more
To have nothing to do, with that hellish crew
That went still hunting, into Inishmore
IX
Now come all you millers, and poteen distillers
Get your utensils, and flourish once more
Since these Brinsley slashers, and infamous smashers
Are food for the fishes, far, far from the shore.