School: Aodh Rua, Dún na nGall (roll number 13382)

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1. An Old Song - The Hens' Convention (continued)

   “The hens created the other day,”

   

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   we'll hammer.
   And sweets the yoke and papish for[?]
   It, its ne'er shall stain our banish[?]
   An old scotch grey from beyond
   the brae, spoke for all her
   clucking.
   “Give me a rope and I'll hang the [...?]
   And all his priestly backins
   A Dorkan tall from near Brown [Ha..?]
   proposed a rewolution
   That Chapman's pills we'll cure the
   rills, and save the constitution
   I am very sore says old Dromore
   And much prefer the lotion
   But if your wills is for these pills
   I must suppot the motion
   Then like an April blast,
   The motion it was past.
   There'll be no contention
   The blinking cock, from Doonan Rock
   Soon adjourned the hen's convention

   

   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   P.J. Friel

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Drumgowan, Co. Donegal