School: Glassalts (roll number 1239)
- Location:
- Glasalt or Treanfasy, Co. Donegal
- Teacher: M. P. Ó Dochartaigh
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1116, Page 117
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Enter Green Knight Yes! Yes! Here comes me Green Knight with my rifle for a fight (carrying gun)
My hand is made of iron; my body is made of steel; my fists are made of knuckle-bones. I'm ready for the field. If you don't like to believe me enter in Big Head.
Enter Big Head Yes! Yes! Here comes me that never came yet Big Head and little Wit. My head is big and my body is small. I do my best to please them all.
Enter wren (very small fellow) If you don't like to believe me enter in the wren. Yes! Yes! Here comes me the Wren. (The King of birds. On St. Swithins Days. I was lost in the flood Athough I'm small my family is great. Rise up landlady and give me a "trate" And If your(continues on next page)
