School: Tón Ruadh (roll number 12809)

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1. A Local Song (continued)

   “In Dennie street in sweet Tralee”

   

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   I gave consint so in we went
   And shaking hands and parting
   When he slipped a shilling in my fist
   Saying you pay for what you call for

   Although being drunk I knew right well
   The schemes of this old sergeant
   I put his shilling back again
   Saying I'll pay for my own porter

   He said young man you are too late
   The trumpet sounds to march us
   Victoria's cash you have taken in hands
   And your wanted out to Malta

   So we rose a row about the house
   And caused a great alarm
   He said your schemes will not avail
   For justice I will call for.

   He took me before a magistrate
   And said that I could march it
   We'll drink enough and quench our thirst
   With whiskey, beer, and cordial

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Iosaipín Ní Chuinn

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Botinny, Co. Mayo