A Broadside: No. 8. Seventh and Last Year of the Set
Title
A Broadside: No. 8. Seventh and Last Year of the Set
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 the caption: "THE OIL WAGON". Unsigned.
Creator
E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
Con O'Leary
Publisher
Cuala Press
Date
January, 1915
Text
O'REILLY FROM THE COUNTY KERRY
I wish I had you in Phoenix Island,
One hundred miles from your native home
Or in some valley where none could find you
You might consent then to be my own.
For there I would caress my jewel,
If along with me you'd incline to go,
I'll sail you over to Pennsylvania,
So I'd bid adieu to Reilly evermore.
You have not me in Phoenix Island,
One hundred miles from my native home
Or in a valley where none can find me,
So I'll not incline then to be your own.
So therefore don't tease me nor displease me,
But along with you I'm not inclined to go,
So do sail over to where you came from,
For I'll wait then for Reilly evermore.
THE FUGITIVE
The limestone road that leads to town -
I go along that road;
'Tis soon I'll reach the jetty where
The Spanish schooners load.
The maiden river trips along
To marriage with the sea,
A witness to that marriage rite
In half an hour I'll be.
I'll see the lancers and the hussars,
I'll step behind the band,
I'll dance to Mike the Fiddler's jig
Down by the jarvey stand.
I'll see the Fenian's monument
Who for old Ireland died,
I'll watch the merchant's daughters fair,
Rich suitors by their side.
And then within the circus tent
The steeds of piebald brown;
The damsel diving through the hoop,
The juggler, jock and clown.
The children would make game of me
And call me Country Dan,
But Donal More from this day's dark
Will be a city man.
The dusty road that leads to town,
I've travelled all the road,
The Spanish Captain hears my tale
And bids me step on board.
Con O'Leary.
I wish I had you in Phoenix Island,
One hundred miles from your native home
Or in some valley where none could find you
You might consent then to be my own.
For there I would caress my jewel,
If along with me you'd incline to go,
I'll sail you over to Pennsylvania,
So I'd bid adieu to Reilly evermore.
You have not me in Phoenix Island,
One hundred miles from my native home
Or in a valley where none can find me,
So I'll not incline then to be your own.
So therefore don't tease me nor displease me,
But along with you I'm not inclined to go,
So do sail over to where you came from,
For I'll wait then for Reilly evermore.
THE FUGITIVE
The limestone road that leads to town -
I go along that road;
'Tis soon I'll reach the jetty where
The Spanish schooners load.
The maiden river trips along
To marriage with the sea,
A witness to that marriage rite
In half an hour I'll be.
I'll see the lancers and the hussars,
I'll step behind the band,
I'll dance to Mike the Fiddler's jig
Down by the jarvey stand.
I'll see the Fenian's monument
Who for old Ireland died,
I'll watch the merchant's daughters fair,
Rich suitors by their side.
And then within the circus tent
The steeds of piebald brown;
The damsel diving through the hoop,
The juggler, jock and clown.
The children would make game of me
And call me Country Dan,
But Donal More from this day's dark
Will be a city man.
The dusty road that leads to town,
I've travelled all the road,
The Spanish Captain hears my tale
And bids me step on board.
Con O'Leary.
Original Format
Broadside
Files
Collection
Citation
E. C. Yeats, Jack B. Yeats, and Con O'Leary, “A Broadside: No. 8. Seventh and Last Year of the Set,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed April 19, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1426.