A broadside

A broadside

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A broadside
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Dundrum, Ireland
E. C. Yeats, The Cuala Press
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Ballads ( lcsh )
Ballads, English ( lcsh )
Ballads, Irish (English) ( lcsh )
Folk songs, English ( lcsh )
Irish ballads and songs (English) ( lcsh )
serial ( sobekcm )

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University of South Florida Library
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University of South Florida
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024564375 ( ALEPH )
01537405 ( OCLC )
I15-00013 ( USFLDC DOI )
i15.13 ( USFLDC Handle )

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NO. 10. SIXTH YEAR. I BROADSIDE FOR MARCH, 1914. PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CU ALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE. NORA CREINA Who are you that walks this way so like the Empress Dejanina? Is it true what people say, that you're the famous Shilnagirah? Or are you the great Pompey? or, Britain's Queen, bold Tulbureena? Or are you Dido, or Doctor Magee? oh no, says she, I'm Nora Creina! Chorus I'm the girl that makes the stir from Cork along to Skibbereena; All the day we drink strong tea, and whiskey, too, says Nora Criena. Who are you that ax my name? Othello, Wat Tyler or Julius Cresar? Or are you Ven us, of bright fame? or that old fogy Nebuchadnezzar? Or maybe you are Pluto Stout, or jolly old Bacchus, drunk and hearty; There, my lass, your eye is out, for I am Napoleon Bonaparte. Won't you dine with me today? I'll send for you a horse and crupper, And, lest you should refuse to stay? I'll tell you who we'll have for supper: Macgillicuddy of the Reeks, and Donaghue Glen, the Duke of Glo'ster, Oliver Cromwell and Brian O'Lynn, Cadwallader Waddy and Leslie Foster. 3 oo copies only.


THE TAN-YARD SIDE I am a rambling hero, by love I am ensnared; Near to the town ofBaltinglass there dwells a comely maid; She's fairer than Diana bright, she's free from earthly pride, She's a lovley maid-her dwelling place lies near the tan-yard side. I stood in meditation, I viewed her o'er and o'er, I thought she was Aurora bright, descending down so low; 'No, no, kind sir, I'm a country girl,' she modestly replied, 'I labor daily for my bread down by the tan-yard side.' Her golden hair, in ringlets rare, hangs o'er her snowy neck, The killing glances of her eyes would save a ship from wreck, Her two brown sparkling eyes, and her teeth like ivory white, Would make a man become her slave down by the tan-yard side. For twelve long months we courted, till at length we did agree For to acquaint her parents and married we would be; Till at length her cruel father to me he proved unkind, Which makes tne sail across the seas and leave my true love behind. Farewell, my aged parents, and to you I bid adieu; I'm crossing the main ocean, dear, for the sake of you; But if ever J return again, I will make you my bride, And I'll roll you in my arms down by the tan .. yard side.


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