School: Boulavogue

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Boleyvogue, Co. Wexford
Teacher:
Énrí Tréinfhear
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  1. A Song - Owen Doran's Cottage

    Jim Doyle now inside was singing, The Red Lad from The Harrow, I mean,

    One song that I know with the (name) Harrow in it is :-
    "Owen Doran's Cottage"
    My Father made this song and his name was,
    Mr Laurence Breen, Carrigeen, Ferns.
    The verse with the name The Harrow in it is :-
    "Jim Doyle now inside was singing,
    The Red Lad from The Harrow, I mean,
    He was sitting up in the corner
    And his arms all around a fair dance
    He was singing the Praises of Whiskey
    And you know he's the boy that can roar
    He had his mouth open so widely
    I thought he would shut it no more"
    Nora Breen,
    Carrigeen, Ferns, Co Wexford.
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Nora Breen
    Gender
    Female
    Address
    Carrigeen, Co. Wexford
    Informant
    Mr Laurence Breen
    Relation
    Parent
    Gender
    Male
    Address
    Carrigeen, Co. Wexford
  2. A Local Song

    Jim Doyle now inside was singing, The Red Lad from the Harrow, I mean

    A Local Song
    I've been in Kingstown likewise in Johnstown, in Shelton Abbey and Bolton Hall
    With the great O'Neill of Co Antrim, but Buffers' Alley exceeds them all
    It would delight you on a summer evening to see those fair maids all march along
    All hand in hand they march together to Monagrena that fertile land
    Where the Buck + Doe in the parks are grazing where the fox + hare do they skip + play
    And the cry of the hounds make the valleys echo and shouts of Huntsmen crying, "Hark, hark away!"
    [ Made by a beggar.]
    James Gahan,
    Barmona, Boolavogue, Ferns.
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.