School: Mastersons (roll number 8390)

Location:
Manorhamilton, Co. Leitrim
Teacher:
Gobnait de Búit
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  1. (continued from previous page)
    With a pipe stuck in your gob.
    You're sitting by the fireside
    From the clear daylight till dawn
    And I fear you won't be able
    To plough the rocks of Bawn.
    I rewash the king of England,
    Would write for me in time
    And place me in some regiment
    All in my youth and prime
    To fight for Ireland's glory,
    From the clear daylight till dawn
    and I never would return back
    To plough the rocks of Bawn.
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Language
    English
    Informant
    Mr Alec Davis
    Relation
    Relative (other than parent or grandparent)
    Gender
    Male
    Age
    69
    Address
    Boggaun, Co. Leitrim