School: Achadh Bolg (roll number 3588)
- Location:
- Aghabullogue, Co. Cork
- Teacher: (name not given)
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- (continued from previous page)Your shoes they are in tatters, and your coat is all tore.
Tis hard for you be happy when your clothes they are so shabby,
And money that would buy them, you have left it down your throat.
VII
My mind it is much easier than the great old German Kaiser,
Who is guarded by a cordon as he goes along the road.
Both night and day he's guarded from the shell of the anarchist,
His crown it is a burden and his millions are a load.
VIII
Your kids at home are bawling, and for bread they're loudly calling,
And the money you've spent to-day, would buy a peck of coal.
And perhaps your wife is crying in her humble bed she's lying,
While you a drunken vagabond are singing round the road.
IX
Kind sir you are mistaken in the view that you have taken,
My kids feel no hunger nor the pinch of cold.
For my wife I never married nor to bed I never carried,
I am as single and as airy as a kid of ten years old.
X
I'll take you down to Fornaught, beside the river Shournach,
Where all of your ovation will be of no avail.
For if you cant pay the fine, I will take you down the line,
For a fortnight picking okum inside the county gaol.The foregoing song was composed by John Crowley.
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You jovial young fellows of every degree,
I claim your attention and listen to me.
I mean for to sing and moreover to trace,(continues on next page)
