School: Cluain Taidhg (Clontead), Achadh Cóiste (roll number 14023)

Location:
Clontead More, Co. Cork
Teacher:
Máire, Bean Uí Mhurchadha
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  1. A Local Song

    One Sunday evening lately as, I strolled from new Tipperary...

    I
    One Sunday evening lately, as I strolled from new Tipperary,
    My spirits being elated, I sang a jovial note.
    No wife, I had to tease me, No children for to please them,
    With a step so light and airy, I faced towards my home.
    But my song was stopped so suddenly, when the sergeant he stepped up to me,
    From the shadow of the barracks, and I passing Donoughmore.
    His features were sallow, so cunning and so yellow,
    In front of his physiognomy, he wore a pointed nose.
    II
    "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, or I'll take you to the station,
    Where you may sing until morning, inside in the blackhole.
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Crissie Lyons
    Gender
    Female
    Informant
    Patrick Murphy
    Gender
    Male
    Age
    c. 50
    Occupation
    Labourer
    Address
    Dromatimore, Co. Cork