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1. The Landlord's Farewell

   

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   There came to the beach a poor landlord of Erin,
   The "due" on his next hook was heavy and chill,
   For his garments he signaled, for they needed repairin',
   While the boots on his feet were just "Tenants at Will."
   But a steamer attracted his eyes rad devotion.
   And eh thought as he watched it glide o'er the ocean.
   There's one thing that keeps my poor grinders ni motion,
   And that's emigration from "Erin go Bragh."

   Sad is my fate groaned the purple nosed stranger.
   To beg I'm ashamed, and to dig won't agree,
   Have no refuge from famine and danger.
   But to ret up and nap in the land of the Free
   Never again at the midnight's small hours,
   Shall I swig the Old Port ni those well furnished bowers,
   Which my grandfather got from the governing powers,
   When Penal Laws flourished in "Erin go Bragh"

   Erin! my country! You'll soon be forsaken,
   By all the respectable landlords of youre,
   Then will those rascally tenants awaken,
   With their nose to some grindstone they knew not before,
   Oh cruel fate could you ever replace me.
   In my seat ni the House, where no bag man could chase me,
   I'd note for Coercion though Healy would face me,
   And prove my relations were hanged by the score.

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   S. Doherty

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Lisball, Co. Cavan

   Informant

   Mr Phil Gaynor

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Bailieborough, Co. Cavan