A Broadside: No. 9 Sixth Year
Title
A Broadside: No. 9 Sixth Year
Subject
Ireland
Cuala Press
A Broadside
Irish Literary Revival
The Gaelic Revival
Description
PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only.
300 copies only.
The Woodcut on page [3] has caption: "A DROWNED SAILOR". Signed by Jack B. Yeats,
Creator
E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
James Guthrie
Publisher
Cuala Press
Date
January, 1914
Text
I SHALL NOT DIE FOR THEE
For thee I shall not die,
Woman high of fame and name;
Foolish men thou mayest slay
I and they are not the same.
The round breasts, the fresh skin,
Cheeks crimson, hair so long and rich;
Indeed, indeed, I shall not die,
Please God, not I, for any such.
Thy sharp wit, thy perfect calm,
Thy thin palm like foam of sea;
Thy white neck, thy blue eye,
I shall not die for thee.
Why should I expire
For the fire of any eye,
Slender waist or swan-like limb,
It's for them that I should die?
The golden hair, the forehead thin,
The chaste mien, the gracious ease,
The rounded heel, the languid tone,
Fools alone find death from these.
Woman, graceful as the swan,
A wise man did nurture me,
Little palm, white neck, bright eye,
I shall not die for ye.
PATERNOSTER CALLAGHAN
I am Paternoster Callaghan,
My deeds there is no name for;
I called, a hungry trav'ller man,
And leave with what I came for.
the rain was on the door-step-stone,
My foot within the pantry,
And not a child not a woman
To give a word of gallantry.
Myself I set the bread down
And poured a royal mugful -
A pretty host and guest is one
Who does not stint a jugful.
A pipe that bubbles up with cheer,
And peace to smooth the eating
When Peter Callaghan comes here
To give - and take - a greeting.
The housewife she is in the Town,
The master cannot ply me,
I mourn, but reach the victuals down
Since nobody comes nigh me:
I take their welcome on myself
For guest who is deserving;
'Tis pity's self ungroans the shelf
When no-one is observing.
O, I'm Paternoster Callaghan -
To eat there is no more to;
I came a needy trav'ller man,
But now I draw the door to.
James Guthrie.
For thee I shall not die,
Woman high of fame and name;
Foolish men thou mayest slay
I and they are not the same.
The round breasts, the fresh skin,
Cheeks crimson, hair so long and rich;
Indeed, indeed, I shall not die,
Please God, not I, for any such.
Thy sharp wit, thy perfect calm,
Thy thin palm like foam of sea;
Thy white neck, thy blue eye,
I shall not die for thee.
Why should I expire
For the fire of any eye,
Slender waist or swan-like limb,
It's for them that I should die?
The golden hair, the forehead thin,
The chaste mien, the gracious ease,
The rounded heel, the languid tone,
Fools alone find death from these.
Woman, graceful as the swan,
A wise man did nurture me,
Little palm, white neck, bright eye,
I shall not die for ye.
PATERNOSTER CALLAGHAN
I am Paternoster Callaghan,
My deeds there is no name for;
I called, a hungry trav'ller man,
And leave with what I came for.
the rain was on the door-step-stone,
My foot within the pantry,
And not a child not a woman
To give a word of gallantry.
Myself I set the bread down
And poured a royal mugful -
A pretty host and guest is one
Who does not stint a jugful.
A pipe that bubbles up with cheer,
And peace to smooth the eating
When Peter Callaghan comes here
To give - and take - a greeting.
The housewife she is in the Town,
The master cannot ply me,
I mourn, but reach the victuals down
Since nobody comes nigh me:
I take their welcome on myself
For guest who is deserving;
'Tis pity's self ungroans the shelf
When no-one is observing.
O, I'm Paternoster Callaghan -
To eat there is no more to;
I came a needy trav'ller man,
But now I draw the door to.
James Guthrie.
Original Format
Broadside
Collection
Citation
E. C. Yeats, Jack B. Yeats, and James Guthrie, “A Broadside: No. 9 Sixth Year,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed April 24, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1415.