School: Béal Dearg (roll number 11582)
- Location:
- Béal Deirg Mór, Co. Mayo
- Teacher: Pádraig Mac Conghamhna
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0139, Page 270
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- (continued from previous page)We shot out nets and said our prayers
And had a friendly talk
But to our good lick the fish were slow
Or else we were all caught
III
All in a crash the wind went North
And the seas rose mountain highPut out your oars and board your nets,"
Was everybody's cry.
With Michael Jamesy at the sole
I quickly seized the rope
And with all our might hauled in the nets
And then brought round the boat
IV
When I got my rudder up
I steered a course for home
While running sideways by the rock
The sea was all a foam
At the tops of Scaith I laid her off
For the cannons there did roar
And I said, "Each man do what you can
Until we reach the shore."
V
And when we left the tops of Scaith
I sighted a canoe
And I prayed to God to guard him
And show him what to do(continues on next page)
- Informant
- Martin Healy
- Gender
- Male
