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

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1. A Local Song (continued)

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

   

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   the great old German Caesar.
   Who is guarded by an army, as he walks along the road.
   Both night and day he's guarded, from the shells of the anarchists,
   His crown it is a burden, and his millions are a load".
   Your kids at home are bawling, and for bread are loudly calling,
   While the money you have spent today, would buy a bag of coal.
   Perhaps your wife is crying, in that humble bed she's lying,
   While your a drunken vagabond, that sings about the road.
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   "Kind sir you are mistaken, in the views that you have taken,
   My children feel no hunger no, nor the pinch of cold.
   For a wife I never married her, no love I ever had for her,
   I'm as single and as airy, as a lad of ten years old.
   I'll take you down to Fornaugh, close by the river Shournagh,
   Whe all your great oration, will be of

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   History Edit

   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