School: Cúl an Dasain (Cooladawson) (roll number 1620)

Location:
Cooladawson, Co. Donegal
Teacher:
Pádraig Mag Uidhir
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    Guid bless us a' cried the wife wi' a smile
    But yours is a thrivin' trade.
    Oh aye I've travelled many a mile,
    And plenty have I made.

    The man sat on by the dull fire-flame
    When the pedlar went to rest,
    Close to his ear the devil came,
    And slipped into his breast.

    He looked at his wife by the dull fire-light
    And she was as bad as he,
    "Could we no' murder you man the night?"
    "Aye cold we ready" quo' she.

    He took the pick without a word
    Where it stood ahint the door,
    As he passed in the sleepe stirred
    But neve wakened more.

    "He's dead" said the auld man comin' back
    "But what o' the corpse my dear?"
    "We'll bury him safe in his ain wee pack
    Never you mind the loss of the sack,
    For I've ta'en out the gear"
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Language
    English