School: Achadh Bolg (roll number 3588)
- Location:
- Aghabullogue, Co. Cork
- Teacher: (name not given)
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0343, Page 381
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- I
One Sunday evening lately as I strolled from New Tipperary,
My spirits being elated I sung a jovial note.
No wife I have to tease me, no children for to please them,
With a step so light and airy, I faced towards my home.
II
But my song was stopped so suddenly,
When the Sergeant he stepped up to me.
From the shadow of the graveyard, and I passing Donoughmore.
His features were so yellow, so cunning and so sallow,
And in front of his physiognomy there was a pointed nose.
III
"Young man" he says to me "You've been drinking much too free,
Besides you are disorderly by shouting on the road.
Your name and destination, for I'll take you to the station,
Where you can sing till morning inside in the Black Hole".
IV
"My first name as you see it commences with a P,
My namesake was a noble saint who preached to great and small.
And banished all the vipers from out this holy island,
And he never meant that Ireland should be ruled by Saxon laws".
V
My second name is Sexton, my forefathers lived in Leitrim,
Where they fought the Saxon foeman beneath the flag of green.
But when Cromwell crossed our shore, they faced for Donoughmore,
And now your humble servant is living in Killeen.
VI
You have been drinking Beamish porter, till your legs they cant support you,(continues on next page)
