Volume: CBÉ 0190

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1. The Wife of the Bold Tenant Farmer

   

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   I
   Wan evening of late from Wexford I strayed
   It was down for Duncannon I was making my way.
   Paddy Breens of the Dirr [?] a short time I delayed.
   where I wet my whistle with portor.
   II
   I kindled my pipe and I spit in me fist
   And along the coach road like a deer I did quit
   I didn't care for bailiffs landlords or Ould Nick
   But I sank like a lark in the morning.
   III
   I hadn't gone wan mile if the road
   When I heard a dispute at a farmer's abode

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   History Edit

   Date

   7 May 1936

   Item type

   Lore

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • Peadar Ó Murchadha