School: Páirc Íseal (B.) (roll number 295)

Lowpark, Co. Mayo
Seán Ó Caiside

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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0117, Page 58

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was to have the cake removed from Nancy's nose. And so ended all their hopes of getting rich.

In a town in the West, where myself had my birth,
There once used to live a big fellow, Tom Bryan,
The most quarrelsome, insolent "boyo" on earth,
With the heart of a mouse in the frame of a giant

He'd challenge the world at market or fair
With a leap off the ground, and a twirl of his "kipper"
And a "tread-on-the-tail-of-my-coat" sort of air,
That was meant the whole side of the town to send skipping.
But nobody minded his brag and abuse,
Till he squared up one day to the tailor Mike Ryan,
Wee bandy-legged Mike, just five feet in his shoes
With the build of a dwarf, but the pluck of a lion.
"Clear out of my way", cried the giant to Mike
"you mean insignificant tenth of a "gomack",
But Mike nowise awed, only lifted his stick,
And landed Goliath one square in the stomach.
That stretched him out prone on the broad of his back
Then Mike strode his chest, and he pummelled him fairly

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