Scoil: Drumconrath (C.) (uimhir rolla 16144)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Chapter of Names (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   111.
   The girls of our village,
   Have a thousand things to fear,
   Whilst every day they're tempted
   By an Ogle and a tear:
   We've here a Fay that's not a sprite
   To love your sons and daughters,
   And though you've got no Grand Canal
   The goods come home by Waters.
   IV.
   The Masons here are cobblers,
   And I'm certain you must own,
   Not one of them in all their lives
   Could dress or lay a stone:
   Our people are so provident
   They're sure to mind the Morrow,
   And Philpot still will empty pots
   To banish care and sorrow;
   A Wildman with a Wiseman
   To this town have often travelled,
   And a Lane that ne'er was walked upon,
   Nor ever yet was gravelled.
   V.
   And what's more strange, an urchin
   That's as saucy as the devil,
   By old and young, who know him well,
   He's recognised as Civil: etc.

   

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