School: Ballygibbon, Baile Mhistéala
- Location:
- Ballygiblin, Co. Cork
- Teacher: Domhnall Ó Riagain
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0376, Page 140
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- (continued from previous page)The bride she got up to make a low bow.
She twittered and felt she could not tell how
She blushed and she stammered the few words she let fall.
She whispered so low that she bothered them all.
Till her mother cried What! are you dead child?
For shame will you hold up your head child
Though sixty, I wish I were wed Child
I'd rattle all BallyporeenVIII
The bridegroom got up to make an oration
He charmed them all with his kind botheration
They were welcome, he said, and he swore and he cursed.
They might eat till they swill, they might drink till they burst.
The first christening I'll have, if I thrive, sir(continues on next page)
