School: Dún Amhlaidh (roll number 14614)

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1. Local Poets (continued)

   

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   With trousers folded to the knee.
   He passed the [?] pace,
   He seized old Fanny by the tail
   And then fell into space.

   Then Noble seeing he has failed
   Resolved to have a limp;
   He made a dash - and with a crash
   His heels went towards the sky,

   A heavy fog then coming on
   Their steps they turned aside,
   A bee-hive straight for Michael's -
   With Noble acting guide.

   And when nearing Michael's cottage
   Fair Fanny they did spy.
   "A jug of buttermilk" said Hunt
   Our innards are so dry."

   A pleased hour on the bank
   The day was quickly passed.
   They said Goodbye to Fanny dear,
   And made for home at last.

   

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   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Informant

   F. Hunt

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   40

   Address

   Dunowla, Co. Sligo