Imleabhar: CBÉ 0485 (Cuid 1)

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1. The Drowning of the Revenue Men (ar lean)

   

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   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.

   

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   14 Aibreán 1938

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