School: Gort na Díogha (roll number 15587)

Location:
Gortnadeeve West, Co. Galway
Teachers:
Séamus Ó Dochartaigh Bean Uí Dhochartaigh
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0016, Page 038

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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0016, Page 038

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  1. (continued from previous page)
    She pulled the rider down
    The first thing was made of him
    It a bird so wild Hold fast hold fast
    I am the father of your child.
    Saying if I knew the last night
    Of three hours before today
    I would take out your precious heart
    And put in a lump of clay.
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
  2. One day I was digging dyke in the bogs of Alee
    I said to myself was a pity to see
    Such a clever young man digging dykes in the bogs of Alee
    I buttered my broges (greased them) and shook hands to my spade
    And went to the market like a dashing young blade
    Up comes the Seargent and asked me to list
    O. Seargant a grad put the bob in my fist
    (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
    Informant
    Thomas Brennan
    Gender
    Male
    Age
    91
    Address
    Knockmascahill, Co. Galway