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1396,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1396,"A Broadside: No. 2 Fifth Year","Ireland^^Dun Emer Press^^Cuala Press^^A Broadside^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival","PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only.","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","July, 1912",,,,,,,,,"I WILL NOT SIT ON THE GRASS SHE SAID
I'll not sit on the grass, she said,
Not be a love of thine,
For I hear you love a Connacht maid
And your heart is no longer mine, she said,
And your heart is no longer mine.
Oh I'll not marry an old man
Whose days are well nigh done,
And I'll not marry a young man
For he's fair for many a one, she said,
He's fair for many a one.
But I will climb a high high tree,
And rob a wild bird's nest,
And I'll bring back whatever I do find
To the arms I love the best, she said,
To the arms I love the best.
THE MIDLAND TOAST
Long roads and stoney ditches
And here's to nice girls
And to hell with riches.
THE CONNAGHT TOAST
Health and long life to you,
The woman of your choice to you,
Land without rent to you,
And death in Erin.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,I Will Not Sit on the Grass she Said,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,The Connaght Toast,The Gaelic Revival,The Midland Toast",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/1f4f067d79956ae30f0d1487d87e847e.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1352,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1352,"A Broadside: No. 7","Cuala Press^^Dun Emer Press^^Ireland^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival","PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E.C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only. ^^The woodcut on page [3] has caption: ""HARLE QUINN"". Signed Jack B. Yeats.","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^George Burrow",,"Cuala Press","December, 1908.",,,,,,,,,"
Once upon a time
And a very good time it was too,
When pigs were swine
And monkeys chewed tobacco,
When birds made nests in old mens beards
And the houses were thatched with tuppeny loaves,
And the streets were paved with pancakes.
And a little pig ran through the streets,
With a knife and a fork stuck in his back
Crying ""Eat me- Eat me- Eat me.""
RHYMES OF THE GITANOS
Translated by George Burrow
There runs a swine down yonder hill,
As fast as e'er he can,
Ans as he runs he crieth still,
Come steal me, Gipsy man.
I wash'd not in the limpid flood
The shirt which binds my frame;
But in Juanito Ralli's blood.
I bravely wash'd the same.
I for a cup of water cried,
But they refused my prayer,
Then straight into the road I hied.
And fell to robbing there.
They came adown the village street,
With the little babes that cry,
Because they have no crust to eat,
A gipsy company;
And as no charity they meet,
They curse the Lord on high.
I left home and walk'd about,
They seized me fast and bound;
It is a gypsy thief, they shout,
The Spaniards here have found.
O, I am not of gentle clan,
I'm sprung from gypsy tree;
And I will be no gentleman;
But an Egyptian free.
The girl I love more dear than life,
Should other gallant woo,
I'd straight unsheath my dungeoned knife
And cut his weasand through;
Or he, the conqueror in the strife,
The same to me should do.
Loud sang the Spanish Chavalier,
And thus his ditty ran:
God send the Gypsy lassie here,
And not the Gypsy man.
",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,George Burrow,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Rhymes of the Gitanos,The Gaelic Revival",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/807d1a5ed4ce5427cf2c55eace8ecae3.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1353,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1353,"A Broadside: No. 8","Cuala Press^^Dun Emer Press^^Ireland^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival","PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS,
CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN.SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only. ^^The woodcut on page [3] has caption: ""THE PUGILISTS"". Signed Jack B. Yeats,","E. C. Yeats^^ Jack B. Yeats^^Wolfe T. MacGowan^^James Stephens",,"Cuala Press","January, 1909.",,,,,,,,,"THEODORE TO HIS GRANDSON
Grandson
O gamfer: you are lined and old,
Your nose is blue, your hands are cold,
Your wrinkles twist and groove and fold,
Your withered spine is bending.
O tell this child, this little lad,
What you were like when you were bad,
And what defence you could have had
Could aught deserve defending?
Theodore
Why as to that, my little son,
Blood spilt is spilt, man dead is done,
We took and blowed em from a gun,
Or sawed em in halves, sir.
And rum, red rum, is my delight.
It makes me old hulk watertight;
Or give me two dogs to set to fight
Tradoodle.
Wolfe T. Mac Gowan
WHY THOMAS CAM WAS GRUMPY
If I were rich what would I do?
I'd leave the horse just ready to shoe,
I'd leave the pail beside the cow,
I'd leave the furrow beneath the plough,
I'd leave the ducks tho' they should quack;
'Our eggs will be broke before you're back.'
I'd buy a diamond brooch, a ring,
A golden chain which I would fling
Around her neck .... Ah, what an itch,
If I were rich.
What would I do if I were wise?
I wouldn't debate about the skies,
I wouldn't try a book to write
Or find the wrong in the tangled right,
I wouldn't debate with learned men,
Of how, and what, and why, and when.
I'd train my tongue to a linnet's song,
I'd learn the words that couldn't go wrong-
And then I'd say .... And win the prize,
If I were wise.
But I'm not that or t'other, I bow
My back to the work that's waiting now,
I'll show the hose that's standing ready,
I'll milk the cow if she'll be steady,
I'll follow the plough that turns the loam,
I'll watch the ducks that lay from home.
And curse, and curse, and curse again
Till the devil joins in with his deep amen,
And none but he and I will wot
When the heart that's in me starts to rot,
To fester and churn its ugly brew:
... Where's my spade, I've work to do.
James Stephens.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,James Stephens,The Gaelic Revival,The Pugilists,Theodore to his Grandson,Why Thomas was Grumpy,Wolfe T. MacGowan",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/a7445166101a4b1736113f739ddd6727.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1354,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1354,"A Broadside: No. 9","Cuala Press^^Dun Emer Press^^Ireland^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival","PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only.^^The woodcut on page [3] has caption: ""FLEET STREET LONDON"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^James Guthrie",,"Cuala Press","February, 1909.",,,,,,,,,"WORLD
Street Ballad
Your People draw near to what I'm going to relate,
And you will be surprised at the wonders I saw of late,
I saw a small trout devouring up a large whale,
And the Royal Exchange concealed on the shell of a snail.
I saw a small mouse devouring a large cat,
And the new Custom House thrown down by the wing of a bat;
I saw high Shandon steeple for a needle with it a tailor did sew,
And I saw the new brigade making wigs for the Co. Mayo.
I saw Barrack-hill in the bill of a small bantam hen,
And Waterford City going down to sit in Spillen,
I saw a buck flea sieving hay for the lord of Tyrone,
And Kilkenny town going down to visit Athlone.
I saw the hill of Howth in a boat sail down Kildare,
And the Co. of Cork ride off to the sweet Co. Clare,
I saw Limerick city placed down in a basket of buns,
And the old Royal George in Lough Rea firing off her guns.
I saw Mullingar in a car drawn by a jackass,
And sweet Cashel Town drawing salt to Carrickmacross,
I saw Enniskillen distilling strong whiskey in Athy,
And the Empress of Greece plucking geese in a village close by.
I saw an old ram beat a drum in the Town of Tralee,
And an overgrown pig dance a jig in the fair of Ardee,
I heard a blind piper play ninty-nine hundred fine songs, And a goat standing by playing Mattie Malone on the tongs.
I saw a blacksmith forging out a wooden tombstone,
And a wooden legged tailor weaving old spades in a loom,
I saw a felt hat that was tanned by a baker in Louth,
And I saw the river Shannon without either salmon or trout.
I saw Dingle Town frying Bantry Bay in a pan,
And the whole earthly globe turned round in an old watering can,
I saw a cow had horns one hundred feet long,
And a goat making brogues and he hammering his leather ding dong.
I saw the first man that ever stood upon earth,
And ninty-nine times I stood in the place of his birth,
And a lark in the air she sailed to the fair of Macroom,
And I saw an old carpenter driving a nail in the moon.
Instead of pure water I saw whiskey flowing in the Lea,
And many strange things I am sure no other did see,
These wonders being great and all without telling a lie,
Where is the man born seen so many wonders as I.
PETER GRUMPY
They all call Peter Pete,
But when they call he isn't in:
His crooked toes are in the street,
His head's in pewter from the heat.
And in the sun they call and call,
But Peter Grumpy's never in-
He's never in at all!
James Guthrie
",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Fleet Street London,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,James Guthrie,Peter Grumpy,The Gaelic Revival,World",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/618a62d38391cc22700c044bcc0c04cd.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1355,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1355,"A Broadside: No. 10","Ireland^^Dun Emer Press^^Cuala Press^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival","PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN, SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only.^^The Woodcut on page [3] has caption: ""The Trotting Donkey"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^Sir Walter Raleigh^^Julia W. Howe",,"Cuala Press","March, 1909",,,,,,,,,"TO HIS SONNE
Three things thear bee, that prosper all apace,
And flourish while they are asunder farr;
But on a day, they meet all in a place,
And when they meet they one another marre.
And they be these: the Wood, the Weed, the Wagge;
The Wood is that that makes the gallows tree!
The Weed is that which strings the hangman's bagge;
The Wagge, my pretty knave, betokens thee.
Now Marke, dear boye, while these assemble not,
Green springes the tree, hemp growes, the wagge is wild;
But when they meet it makes the timber rot,
It fretts the halter, and it choakes the child!
God bless the child!
Sir Walter Raleigh
THE BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fatal lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on
I have seen Him in the watch-towers of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel:
'As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal;
Let the Heir, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel!
Since God is marching on!'
He had sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His Judgement Seat;
Oh! be swift my soul to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lillies Christ was born accross the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make them free,
While God is marching on.
Julia W. Howe.
",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Julia W. Howe,Sir Walter Raleigh,The Battle Hymn of the Republic,The Gaelic Revival,The Trotting Donkey,To His Sonne",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/23f5ac4d1d47d126630d513c3354477c.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1357,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1357,"A Broadside: No. 12","Ireland^^Dun Emer Press^^Cuala Press^^A Broadside^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival","PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only. ^^The woodcut on page [3] had caption: ""The Camelopard"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^James Guthrie^^Willy Leonard",,"Cuala Press","May, 1909",,,,,,,,,"GOSSIP
In the withy pool I sit
Weaving water-rushes:
When she sets her foot on them,
Out the water gushes;
So that when she walks again,
Tread she gently;
Tread she gently
When she walks again.
'Tis a riddle that that you read -
When my neighbor sees it,
She may, knowing of the hurt,
Then begin to ease it;
So that when she talks again,
Tread she gently;
Tread she gently
When she talks again.
James Guthrie
WILLY LEONARD
It was early one morning that Willy Leonard arose,
And straight to his comrade's bed-chamber he goes,
Saying, rise loyal comrade and let nobody know
It is a fine morning and on a bathing we will go.
Young Willy stripped off and swam the lake round,
He swam to an island but not finding any ground,
He cries loyal comrade I do feel very weak,
And that was the last word young WIlly did speak.
It was early next morning and his mother came there,
She ringing her hands and tearing at her hair,
Saying murder, cruel murder, was there nobody by,
That would venture their lives to save my fine boy?
The day of his funeral it was the grandest sight,
There were four and twenty young men all dressed in white,
They carried him along and laid him in the clay,
Saying, adieu Willy Leonard, and they all marched away.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer Press,E. C. Yeats,Gossip,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,James Guthrie,The Camelopard,The Gaelic Revival,Willy Leonard",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/21e14eeeb6b9e3382c1607dba44d6f4b.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1358,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1358,"A Broadside: No. 1 Second Year","Ireland^^Dun Emer Press^^Cuala Press^^A Broadside^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival","PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only.^^The woodcut on page [3] has caption: ""A Shop in Sailor Town"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^Seumus O'Sullivan",,"Cuala Press","June, 1909.",,,,,,,,,"THE GAY OLD HAG
Will you come a boating, my gay old hag,
Will you come a boating, my tight old hag,
Will you come a boating down by the Liffey shore
I'll make a pair of oars of your two long shins?
Chorus
Crush her in the corner the gay old hag,
Crush her in the corner the tight old hag,
Crush her in the corner and keep her snug and warm,
Put powder in her horn, she's a fine old hag.
Napoleon's on dry land, says the shan van vocht,
Napoleon's on dry land, says the shan van vocht,
Napoleon's on dry land, with a sword in his right hand,
He's a gallant Ribbon man, says the shan van vocht.
My mother is getting young, says the shan van vocht,
My mother is getting young, says the shan van vocht,
My mother is getting young, and she'll have another son
To make the orange run, says the shan van vocht.
My mother has a heifer, says the shan van vocht,
My mother has a heifer, says the shan van vocht,
My mother has a heifer, and she sleeps behind the dresser,
Yes, and God Almighty bless her, she's a fine old hag.
Remember Father Sheam says the shan van vocht,
For him our hearts are bleeding, says the shan van vocht,
Yes, and Father Murphy too, the Bloody Orange crew,
They burned him that's true, says the shan van vocht.
The Gibbets and pitch caps, says the shan van vocht,
The Gibbets and pitch caps, says the shan van vocht,
The Gibbets and pitch caps, says the shan van vocht,
My fine sons were standing on the trap, says the shan van vocht.
Remember '98, says the shan van vocht,
When our brave sons you thought to defeat,
You thought to defeat, says the shan van vocht,
But we beat you out compleat, says the shan van vocht,
Now you're nearly out of date, says the shan van vocht.
RAGS AND BONES
Gather 'em, gather 'em, gather 'em, O,
He shouts monotonous, jolting slow
His little truck of rags and bones
Over the uneven cobble stones.
Ever about him cling and crowd
The waifs, a many coloured cloud
All shrilly clamouring, mad with joy
For sticky sweet or painted toy.
Hardly a breath is in the air
Yet every little windmill there
Goes whirling wildly, as though it knew
With every turn what rapture flew
Through all the heavy street, and stirred
The stagnant air, till the sad bird
High on the wall takes heart to sing,
And hails the simulated spring.
Seumas O'Sullivan",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,A Shop in Sailor Town,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Rags and Bones,Seumas O'Sullivan,The Gaelic Revival,The Gay Old Hag",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/4af233717e489fac7a7de6499d3e38a4.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1359,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1359,"A Broadside: No. 2 Second Year","Ireland^^Dun Emer Press^^Cuala Press^^A Broadside^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival","PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only.^^The woodcut on page [3] has caption: ""The Stage Irishman"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats, ","E. C. Yeats ^^Jack B. Yeats^^Lady Gregory",,"Cuala Press","July, 1909",,,,,,,,,"A WARNING
Translated by Lady Gregory from the Irish of An Chraoibhin
You will go, you will see me, and you will love,
Believe me,
You will turn back to her when you go away,
That is it!
You will come, you will follow, and you will begin
Soft Talk;
You will be whispering with her till you kiss
Her hand;
You will be whispering with her till you kiss
Her mouth;
And when that way you have got into her net
You will marry herself.
After that, you will be doing repentance
Every day.
It is I that tell it to you, and you will be bound
For ever!
CAVAN RACES
An Old Ballad
Cavan is a sporting place adapted for the game,
Well impov'd for reactions with a smooth and level plain,
To see each steed, with gallant speed, all prancing for the start,
And inclined to face the winning post, and no one there is slack.
The tents are in rotation in the middle of the course,
With the best accomodation in the world can produce.
The landlady inside with her bottle and glass,
And she multiplying the whiskey lest the topers should run short.
It's there you'd see confectioners with sugar sticks and cakes,
To accommodate the ladies and to molify their tastes;
The gingerbread and lozenges and spices of all sorts,
And a big crubeen for threepence to be picking till you're home.
It's there you'd see the muggers and they firing at their hoops,
And the man with the long garter they call the trick-of-the-loup;
The thimble men so nimble that never acted wrong,
And the splendid wheel of fortune that lately came from France.
It's there you'd see the pipers and fiddlers in tune,
And the dancers without falter that can crack and tip the floor,
They'll call for liquor merrily, and pay before they go,
And they'll treat and kiss the girls, their mothers will not know.
It's there you'd see the jockeys and they dressed in blue and green,
And they mounted on their horses most commodious to be seen.
When the bugle sounds for starting the people shout for joy,
And they betting ten to one upon the horse that wins the prize.
Now my pen is weary and I mean to end my song,
Success attend the gentlemen the races first began;
Success attend each gallant steed that nimbly crossed the plain,
May we live to see the races in Cavan once again.
",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Warning,Cavan Races,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Lady Gregory,The Gaelic Revival,The Stage Irishman",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/feb4d382f6b1732c1cee96ba75eadec4.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1360,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1360,"A Broadside: No. 3 Second Year","Ireland^^Dun Emer Press^^Cuala Press^^A Broadside^^The Gaelic Revival^^Irish Literary Revival","PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only. ^^The woodcut on page [3] has caption: ""Loot"", Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^James Guthrie. ",,"Cuala Press","August, 1909",,,,,,,,,"THE YOUNG LADY'S LAMENTATION FOR THE LOSS OF HER TRUE LOVE
The night is long and I can find no rest,
The thoughts of my Willy runs in my breast:
I'll search those green woods and valleys wide,
Still hoping my true love to find.
Come, make then for me a little boat,
For it's on the ocean I mean to float,
To view the French fleet as they pass by,
And I'll still inquire for my sailor boy.
She had not sailed more than a day or two,
When a French vessel came into view,
Oh, captain, captain, tell me true,
Does my true love, Willy, sail on board with you.
What sort of clothes did your Willy wear,
Or what colour was your true lover's hair?
A short jacket bound with green,
And the colour of amber was my true love's hair.
Indeed fair lady, he is not here,
But he is drowned, I greatly fear;
On yon green islands as we passed by,
We lost five more and your sailor boy.
She wrung her hands and tore her hair
Just like a lady in deep despair;
Oh happy happy is the girl she cried
That has her true love drowned by her side.
Come all you seamen that sails along,
And all you boatmen that follow on;
From the cabin boy to the main mast high,
You must mourn in black for my sailor boy.
TO A PAINTER ON A SCAFFOLD
When up the creaking swaying pole
The painter climbs,
It is not meet the prosaist's prose
Should sink in tiresome rhymes;
For who in naves a navy has
Of many masts and ropes,
And boards a beauteous aisle
To brush with envious hopes,
Deserves some paean low and soft,
Or organ-note a-loft-
But no cryptic height I vault,
Who only make so tame assault!
James Guthrie.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,James Guthrie,Loot,The Gaelic Revival,The Young Lady's Lamentation for the Loss of Her True Love,To a Painter on a Scaffold",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/987a34da9a77f840c1250fcb202b5ee4.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1362,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1362,"A Broadside: No. 5 Second Year","Ireland^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival^^Cuala Press^^Dun Emer Press^^A Braodside","PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only.^^The woodcut on page [3] has caption: ""The End of the World"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.","E. C. Yeats^^ Jack B. Yeats^^Seumas O'Sullivan",,"Cuala Press","October, 1909",,,,,,,,,"AMBITION IN CUFFE STREET
When I grow big I'll smoke and swear
And drink like my old fellow there.
I'll smoke till all the air is thick,
I'll drink five pints and not feel sick.
I'll used bad language to my fill ..
I will ..
On a high stool for hours I'll sit,
Or lean against the door and spit.
I'll drain each pint to the last sup
And tell the man to hurry up,
Till I have had five tankards, yes,
No less.
I'll talk with Jemmy Connolly,
(He'll have grown old and fat like me)
We'll talk of women and everything
And then, perhaps we'll start to sing.
We'll start to sing, and fight, and shout,
'Twill take three men to chuck us out ..
By God, the things that I could do
...Whew-w-w..
Seumas O'Sullivan
MISS SHERIDAN'S COFFEE
To Miss Sheridan, on her having made coffee for the author the preceeding evening. Composed the following morning while breakfasting alone. Marck 14, 1841
Your Coffee it was very strong, bright eyed Miss Sheridan,
And like a subtle spriit through all my veins it ran,
Making me feel more like a god than a mortal man,
As I sat on the sofa beside you, bright-eyed miss Sheridan
Your coffee it was very sweet, silken-haired Miss Sheridan,
Far sweeter than the famous honey that once flowed in Canaan,
Or the nectar quaffed of yore in celestial divan,
And no wonder, for it was you made it, silken-haired Miss Sheridan,
Your coffee it was very hot, linnet-voiced Miss Sheridan,
And it warmed the heart's cockles of a chilly old man,
Sending him home warmer than if he had a warming-pan,
To think of nothing but you all night, linnet-voiced Miss Sheridan.
Your coffee was more fragrant, ruby-lipped Miss Sheridan,
Than Eau de Millefleurs or Parfum de Jasmin,
Or any perfume of your own sweet breath, ruby-lipped Miss Sheridan.
The coffee I have this morning, lily-armed Miss Sheridan,
Is as different from last night's as Drogheda from Japan,
Or the coarsest sole leather from the finest cordovan,
Just because you are not here to make it, lily-armed Miss Sheridan.
My toast is burned to a cinder, rosy-fingered Miss Sheridan.
My butter is only fit to be put into the frying-pan;
And my milk would water the garden if it were poured through the watering can,
How could it be otherwise when you are far away from me, rosy-fingeredd Miss Sheridan?
Essy tells me it's a sunny morning, kind-hearted Miss Sheridan,
And wonders why I look as grave as a Brahmin or Mussulman;
But she little dreams I am thinking of you and your coffee-can -
Oh! when will you make coffee for me again, kind-hearted Miss Sheridan?
",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Ambition in Cuffe Street,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Miss Sheridan's Coffee,Seumas O'Sullivan,The End of the World,The Gaelic Revival",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/565fe80e8d9e737fa2cb38126cff9f13.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0