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1. Old Poets (continued)

   

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   The blessing comes from temperance; and the curse that follows drunk.
   A curse that is now raging in our country '02
   If you look up my records, you'll find my statements true.
   VII
   So come on ye men & women from this open hearted Glan.
   And pay attention to what I say, and it will lead you in the light.
   If you uphold its furtherness, it will keep you in God's sight.

   There lived a man in Glangevlin and his name was James McGourty. He was a poet and a very clever man. He could make a song and sing it while walking the road. One of the songs he confessed was about two asses that were scolding each other. Here is one which is still remembered.

   One pleasant evening as I was musing I ceased from labour at the close of noon.
   For recreation and contemplation
   I made my way towards the bar of Dun.
   I was much astounded to say two asses could scold and speak.
   I was much more confounded as their words resounded across the lake.
   You nasty stranger cried Reillys ranger

   

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2. Local Poets

   

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   There lived a man in Glangevlin and his name was James McGourty. He was a poet and a very clever man. He could make a song and sing it while walking the road. One of the songs he confessed was about two asses that were scolding each other. Here is one which is still remembered.
   One pleasant evening as I was musing I ceased from labour at the close of noon.
   For recreation and contemplation
   I made my way towards the bar of Dun.
   I was much astounded to say two asses could scold and speak.
   I was much more confounded as their words resounded across the lake.
   You nasty stranger cried Reillys ranger

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