School: Tunnyduff

Tonyduff, Co. Cavan
Micheál Ó Cathaláin
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1015, Page 003

Archival Reference

The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1015, Page 003

Image and data © National Folklore Collection, UCD.

See copyright details.


Open data

Available under Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0)

  1. XML School: Tunnyduff
  2. XML Page 003
  3. XML “The Hackler from Grousehall”

Note: We will soon deprecate our XML Application Programming Interface and a new, comprehensive JSON API will be made available. Keep an eye on our website for further details.

On this page

  1. (continued from previous page)
    It was in pretence of this offence, he dragged me off to jail,
    Alone to dwell in a cold cell, my fate for to bewail.
    My hoary head on a plank bed, such wrongs for vengence call;
    He will rue the day he dragged away the Hackler from Grousehall.
    His raid on dogs is surely flogs and shocking to behold;
    He will pull up a six months pup and swear he is two years old.
    Out side of hell a parallel can not be found at all;
    For this vile imp and Devils pimp the sergeant at Grousehall.
    Loesition[?] now is all the row and peelers on their beat.
    I think it strange how times are changed, so very much of late.
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Kathleen O' Brien
    Greaghettiagh, Co. Cavan
    P. Reilly
    Greaghettiagh, Co. Cavan