School: Ladhar an Chrompáin (roll number 14998)

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   “My grandmother lived in a house in the bog...”

   

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   I died and I went towards heaven but saw repentance there too late,
   When suddenly I was ushered, before the Golden Gate.
   VI
   "Well, what will you have", said Peter, "Sure you know you can't get in.
   Surely you must suffer for that greedy glutton sin".
   I turned aside, and hung my head in shame,
   And Peter wrote "Lost" against my name.
   V
   Here comes an old maiden around to have her say
   And she greeted old St. Peter with a fine + gracious air.
   "Goodness gracious me", she said "Peter dear,
   Why am I left, catching cold out here,
   VI
   Give me a first class pair of wings and a shield, and then
   I shall not be afraid of those naughty naughty men",
   "Oh no!" said St. Peter "no angel has grey hair,
   You have no sons or daughters so you would be a stranger here".
   VII
   Then came a poor Chinaman with a satchel in his hand "Gooda Fada Peta,
   I treata my neighba as my selfa, no begga, no robba, no steala,
   Never on the side walk have I thrown the orange-peela",

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Mairín Nic Síthigh

   Gender

   Female