School: Gráinseach Ailt an Chaistín (St. Johnston)

Location:
Saint Johnstown, Co. Donegal
Teacher:
Seán Ó Seanacháin

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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1106, Page 24

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The man he up and opened the door,
And when he had spoken a bit,
A pedlar man stepped into the floor,
And doon he tumbled the pack he bore,
And a richt guid pack was it.

"God save us A'"
Quoth the aul' wife wa a smile,
Bit yours is the thriving trade,
"Aye, Aye, quoth the pedlar,
I hav' wnadered many a mile.
And plenty hae' I made."
The man sat on by the dull fireside,
When the pedlar gone to his rest,
Close to his ear the devil came,
And slipped into his breast.
He looked across the fire at his wife,
And she was as bad as he,
Could we no' murder this man, this nicht?
Aye, Aye, very read quoth she.
He took the pickaxe without a word.
That stood ahint the door,

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