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   Into the total that we heard
   We often add the bitter word.
   But, hearing praise why dont we shout.
   And spread glad tidings round about?

   
   A fabric is foremost 'tis cotton I think,
   And second's a fissure, a crack or a chink.
   I was bashful at courting, oft slow with my dates,
   Then, my third, more alert, won my sweetheart, Miss Bates
   Then, he boasted out loud as he purchased the ring,
   That his wooing wasn't ? fourth but a sensible thing,
   Yes, he swaggered and tragged, with the usual result -
   To my poor injured heart there was added insult.
   All his friends kept it up in their praise of my third,
   Saying my wooing was empty, the fourth and absurd
   I was tardy, no doubt, but be that as it may,
   See me now marking time for the reckoning day.
   To witness the fifth all my friends I'll invite,
   For it means nothing less than a good bangup fight.

   

   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Informant

   W. Lynch

   Address

   Kilflyn, Co. Kerry