School: Nart (roll number 11660)
- Location:
- Lios an Fhearta, Co. Mhuineacháin
- Teacher: Mrs Mc Adoo
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0952, Page 247
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“A rosin candle shows bad night...”
A rosin candle shows bad night
I hate it when the print is dim.We never see the sun at night.
He's always lame that wants a limb.
Distant hills will never meet.
People's apt to hate their foes.
Ned Dandy's lips are very sweet,
They're made of sugar I suppose. *Return tweedle dell,
The steeple made to hold the bell,
Not forgetting by thrum ti,
Show me the man could prop the sky.Harry Daly's dead and gone
Death's a cure for every pain;
Billy Scott disturbs the town;
Spring will soon be back again;
Rosy Farrell takes a snuff;
Molly's liquer's not too strong;
Jack Winslow's voice is very rough
Larry's apt to sing a song.(continues on next page)