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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0359, Leathanach 123
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Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)V
Lit her fire and cooked her dinner, Made of herbs and porriage thinner
Than would suit the poorest sinner, in the street
VI
One morning the hot coal holding, In her petticoat unfolding
She thought no one was beholding, her bare feet
VII
She thought no one was gazing, So her petticoat uprising
She held the bright coal blazing, in her skirt
VIII
But the old smith sharp and cunning, Saw her legs as she was running
and said to her in funning, making sport
IX
Ah bless me what a pitty, that those legs both white and pretty
Did ne'er go to the city, to be shown
X
For the part of them thou barest, Is of snowy hue the fairest
and their beauty is the rearest, e'er was known
XI
But the wicked smith was jeering, with the most unholy leering
at the Blessed Saint Lateeran, as you see
XII
While the smith was thus beguiling, St Lateeran looked down smilling
Pride her simple heart beguiling, into sin
XIII
With pride her cheeks were glowing, as she saw her ankles showing
White as hills when it is snowing, on her breast
and her feet so smooth and taper, and could dance or cut a caper
need not vie with queen in shape, or the best
XIV
While the simple saint was flirting, The skirt she held the coal in
Set fire it is most certain, to her gown
still miracles amazing, Though all round the St. was blazing
The saint is spared from seizing, up or down.
XV
The blaze around her pouring, With hissing and roaring
went o'er the Saints head soaring, into air
But though it wound her and like a girdle bound her(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)- Bailitheoir
- Patrick Lynch
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