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   night he removed his boots and lay down on the highway.
   Next morning his friend Carolan came along and found him. Dunphy addressed Carolan thus
   The vale of Avoca Tom Moore says is sweet
   But if he was here without boots on his feet
   Lying on the road without blanket or sheet,
   He wouldn't give a jot where the bright waters meet.
   Carolan had a great respect for Moore and his melodies and being somewhat nettled he quickly retorted
   You've only a mixture of hayseeds and sand.
   You haven't got grammar nor words at command
   And the few words you have you can't speak them right
   You can only snarl and struggle to bite.

   

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   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Margie Fagan

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Kinoud, Co. Dublin