Tramp's reply to Poor Law Guardians who refused him a night's lodging at the Workhouse, Carrick-on-Shannon."The Bard of Ardleckna"
You grave Carrick Guardians, who assemble every Thursday
To pass resolutions upon Eire's woes,
Come listen to the wail of a poor Irish beggar,
A wayworn tramp without money or clothes.
I sat on the roadside to read the Observer
And I saw a production from one of your quorum,
It was painful to me, an honest old fellow
Who had worked all day on his own native shore.
When the sons of old Erin were flying in thousands
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