School: Cnoc an Teampaill
- Location:
- Knockatemple, Co. Cavan
- Teacher: E. Ní Chruacháin
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0998, Page 071
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- (continued from previous page)Though June the wind is cold and chill,
The mellow blackbird's voice is shrill,
My dog so altered in his taste
[?] mutton bones in grass to feast.
And see yon rooks odd their flight
They imitate the gliding kite,
And headlong downward seem to fall
As if they felt the piecing ball.
Puss on the hearth with velvet paws
Sits wiping o'er her whiskered jaws
'Twill surelt rain I see with sorrow
Our jaunt must be put off to-morrow. When the weather has been dry for a long period as it has been this year people watch for signs of rains. The crane and crooks over the fire are generally covered with soot. When rain is coming the soot on these becomes sticky. Lumps of soot fall down the chimney.(continues on next page)
