A Broadside: No. 2
Title
A Broadside: No. 2
Subject
Dun Emer Press
Dun Emer Industries
Ireland
Irish Literary Revival
The Gaelic Revival
Description
PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN: FORMERLY DUN EMER PRESS. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only
300 copies only
Woodcut on page [3] has caption: "THE WHIRLY HORSES"
Creator
Jack B. Yeats
Publisher
The Cuala Press
Date
July, 1908.
Text
THE LAMENTATION OF HUGH REYNOLDS
My name it is Hugh Reynolds, I come of honest parents,
Near Cavan I was born as plainly you may see;
By loving of a maid, one Catherine MacCabe,
My life has been betrayed; she's a dear maid to me.
The country were bewailing my doleful situation,
But still I'd expectation this maid would set me free;
But, oh! she was ungrateful, her parents proved deceitful,
And though I loved her faithful, she's a dear maid to me.
Young men and tender maidens, throughout this Irish nation,
Who hear my lamentation, I hope you'll pray for me;
The truth I will unfold, that me precious blood she sold,
In the grave I must lie cold; she's a dear maid to me.
For now my glass is run, and the hour it is come,
And I must die for love and the height of loyalty:
I thought it was no harm to embrace her in my arms,
Or take her from her parents; but she's a dear maid to me.
Now, I can say no more; to the Law-board I must go,
There to take the last farewell of my friends and counterie;
May the angels, shining bright, recieve my soul this night,
And convey me into heaven to the blessed Trinity.
THE ANCIENT MARE
She was bread in Conemara,
And brought up at the Castlemain;
She won cups at the Curragh,
And a charger was in Spain.
All countries and Conveyances
She has been buckled to,
She lost an eye at Limerick,
And at Aughrim lost a shoe.
My name it is Hugh Reynolds, I come of honest parents,
Near Cavan I was born as plainly you may see;
By loving of a maid, one Catherine MacCabe,
My life has been betrayed; she's a dear maid to me.
The country were bewailing my doleful situation,
But still I'd expectation this maid would set me free;
But, oh! she was ungrateful, her parents proved deceitful,
And though I loved her faithful, she's a dear maid to me.
Young men and tender maidens, throughout this Irish nation,
Who hear my lamentation, I hope you'll pray for me;
The truth I will unfold, that me precious blood she sold,
In the grave I must lie cold; she's a dear maid to me.
For now my glass is run, and the hour it is come,
And I must die for love and the height of loyalty:
I thought it was no harm to embrace her in my arms,
Or take her from her parents; but she's a dear maid to me.
Now, I can say no more; to the Law-board I must go,
There to take the last farewell of my friends and counterie;
May the angels, shining bright, recieve my soul this night,
And convey me into heaven to the blessed Trinity.
THE ANCIENT MARE
She was bread in Conemara,
And brought up at the Castlemain;
She won cups at the Curragh,
And a charger was in Spain.
All countries and Conveyances
She has been buckled to,
She lost an eye at Limerick,
And at Aughrim lost a shoe.
Original Format
Broadside
Files
Collection
Citation
Jack B. Yeats, “A Broadside: No. 2,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed April 18, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1347.