School: Drong (2)
- Location:
- Drung, Co. Cavan
- Teacher: Bean Uí Fháinín
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1022, Page 395
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Old Song (continued)
“There was a man and a silly old man as I heard people say”
(continued from previous page)This old man he swore
By the sun and the moon
And the green leaves on the tree
If his wife sh'd do no more work in her life
She couldn't be blamed by he.
Old Song
“I cut my stick and I greased my brogues”
1. I cut my stick and I greased my brogues
The latter end of May, Sir.
And off to Dublin I did go
To walk upon the quay, Sir.2. For England fair then I was bound
To cut the hay and corn,
I turned my back on Ireland
The place where I was born
ChorusWith my Tilly macoo - no heart more true
Than Belly ORourke, the bothar.3. As I was going up the street
I met a man on the road, Sir
He was mounted on a big white horse.
And the deel a word he spoke, Sir.4. Neither hat nor whips nor spurs he'd got
And "By Jove said I if your horse does stiv
On the street you'll surely be tossed, Sir."(continues on next page)