Scoil: Cormaddyduff

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1. Song

   “The farmers they are doing well”

   

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   The farmers they are doing well,
   And that without a doubt,
   You'd think they were of noble blood,
   To see them turning out.
   With every man throughout the land
   Machinery is the go.
   They'll have no threshing done with flails.
   They think it is too slow.
   So let you all be merry boys,
   And keep your hearts in cheer,
   We'll have better times in Ireland
   Before another year
   The baker he's of another class,
   Of whom they do not dread,
   He's always buying rotten spuds to stuff them in the bread.
   He says his loaves they are the best
   And of the foremost class,
   But with barm, sand and sawdust,
   They are not feeding for an ass.
   The Publicans throughout the land
   They'll say to every man,

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      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Faisnéiseoir

   Thomas Gray

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Seoladh

   Cormaddyduff, Co. Cavan