School: Askeaton (C.) (roll number 2040)

Location:
Askeaton, Co. Limerick
Teacher:
Áine, Bean Mhic Eoin
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  1. A Local Song (continued)

    Four years ago I was digging in the land

    (continued from previous page)
    said I.
    Would you like to be quartered, faix
    neither would I.
    III
    The first place they sent me was down to the sea.
    In board of a ship bound for the Crimea.
    With three sticks in the middle and she covered with sheets.
    She walked through the water without any feet.
    IV.
    Next morning we landed quite safe and sound
    Wet, cold and hungry we lay on the ground,
    Next morning for action our bugle did call
    And we got a hot breakfast of powder and ball
    V.
    The next thing they gave me was a big gun,
    And down on the trigger they placed my big thumb.
    The gun it slipt fire, and the fire it slipt smoke,
    And it gave my poor shoulder the hell of a stroke
    (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