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   The walls are damp, the ditches smell,
   Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel,
   Hark, how the chairs and tables crack,
   Old Betty's joints are on the rack.

   Loud quack the ducks the peacock's cry,
   The distant hills are looking nigh,
   How restless are the snorting swine,
   The busy flies disturb the Kine.

   How near the grass the swallows wings,
   The cricket too, how sharp she sings,
   Puss on the hearth with velvet paws,
   Sits wiping her whiskered jaws.

   Through the clear storm the fishes rise,
   And nimbly catch the uncautious flies,
   Twill surely rain, I see with sorrow,
   Our jaunt must be put off to morrow.

   There is an old rhyme about the ring around the moon and of the signs of rain.

   The nearer the ring the farther the rain
   The farther the ring, the nearer the rain.

   

   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Topics

   1. seánra
      1. seanchas aimsire (~6,442)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Mary Harte

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Carraigín an Bhleidhce, Co. Shligigh

   Informant

   Mr Martin Mitchell

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   60

   Address

   Carraigín an Bhleidhce, Co. Shligigh