Scoil: Castlepollard (B.) (uimhir rolla 5513)

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1. The Spraying Machine (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   I
   As I went awalking one fine summer's morning
   Two neighboring farmers I met on the way
   Who often indulged in a long spell of talking
   But hardly a word could I get them to say
   II
   One strapped to his back had a queer looking measure
   In shape like a budget, yet not quite so mean
   I asked him what was it; said he "It's a treasure"
   Its our shareholders' wonderful spraying machine
   III
   I spoke of Sir Walker & Ginnell, the member
   Who was fighting for Ireland with might and with main
   But all they could say was "They'll be green till November
   Twas plain these poor fellows had spray on the brain

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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