Scoil: Moynalty (B.)

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1. The Tax-Gatherer's Visit

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   "On Monday morning ere the clock struck nine,
   A tax-collector sought this cot of mine;
   My faithful dog assailed him at the door
   And stayed a while the perserving boor;
   But he advanced and slyly entered in,
   And showed his law book and his
   Scribbling pen;
   On his grim face I saw a threatening frown:
   I bade him rest but he wouldn't sit down;
   Oppressions agent wouldn't make so free;
   The sullen booby had no smile for me.
   His brow was narrow, stern and severe,
   Beneath a shade of withered, lank straight hair;
   His eyes were fixed in th' end of his long face
   And seemed contending for each other's place.
   His purple blue, almost inhuman nose,
   Amazed his friends and terrified his foes,
   Gross at one end and level in the middle,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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