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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
1361,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1361,"A Broadside: No. 4 Second Year","Ireland^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival^^Dun Emer Press^^Cuala Press^^A Broadside","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 Playboy"". Signed Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats.^^ Jack B. Yeats. ",,"Cuala Press","September, 1909",,,,,,,,,"LINES WRITTEN ON THE LIBERATION OF BARRETT
Air 'The Peeler and The Goat'
Down Ormond Quay as I did stray
All in the summer season O,
My heart with joy it gave a leap -
The news is was so pleasing O.
Now Captain Lambert lost the day
Inded he's nicely fitted O,
Hurrah my boys for justice still,
Young Barret is acquitted O.
Chorus
Thank Heaven, Butt and the jury too,
The news is great and glorious O,
Their Evidence was knocked to rags
Young Barrett is victorious O.
Old Erin's son was tried three times.
In Galway and Dublin too,
Some thought poor Barrett would have swung
But now his foes are black and blue.
Eleven long months in prison he lay
Enough to rack the creature O,
All through his colour never changed,
I watched his Irish features O.
The trial gloriously came off,
Indeed is was alarming O
To shoot Captain Lambert it appears
Some one used fire arms O,
For which poor Barrett he was took
And tried upon suspicion O.
An honest jury is most grand
It's rich there's no conviction O.
But Barrett was respected well
In London and in Ireland O.
Young and old, rich and poor,
His conduct all admired O.
His character was grand indeed,
In it lay nothing filthy O.
Signs on it, the jury returned soon
A verdict of not guilty O.
Of honest parents Barrett came
All Irish descendents O,
In vain upon brave counsellor Butt
He put not his dependence O.
He dragged him out though locked up fast
With eloquence like thunder O.
Success attend brave Counsellor Butt,
He smashed their locks asunder O.
Their locks and keys he threw aside,
The law he soon expounded O,
And every foe of Barrett's now
He nobly did confound them O.
With talent rish and speech sublime
He freed his client clever O.
Long may he live to wear the gown
Brave Butt he is a ripper O.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Playboy,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Lines Written on the Liberation of Barrett,The Gaelic Revival,Yeats",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/331fa73256af9c77750ee2f831e6f74c.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
1363,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1363,"A Broadside: No. 6 Second Year","Ireland^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival^^Dun Emer Press^^Cuala Press^^A Broadside","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 Lambeth School of Arms"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats,","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^T. Kearney",,"Cuala Press","November, 1909",,,,,,,,,"BY MEMORY INSPIRED
By memory inspired
And love of country fired,
The deeds of men I love to dwell upon;
And the patriotic glow
Of my spirit must bestow
A tribute to O'Connell that is gone, boys, gone:
Here's a memory to the friends that are gone!
In October 'Ninety-seven-
May his soul find rest in Heaven-
William Orr to execution was led on:
The jury, drunk, agreed
That IRISH was his creed:
For perjury and threats drove them on, boys, on:
Here's the memory of John Mitchell that is gone!
In 'Ninety-eight - the month of July-
The informer's pay was high:
When Reynolds gave the gallows brave MacCann;
But MacCann was Reynold's first-
One could not allay his thirst;
So he brought up Bond and Byrne that are gone, boys, gone:
Here's the memory of the friends that are done!
We saw a nation's tears
Shed for John and Henry Shears;
Betrayed by Judas, Captain Armstrong;
We may forgive, but yet
We never can forget
The poisoning of Maguire that is gone, boys, gone:
Our high star and true apostle that is gone!
How did Lord Edward die?
Like a man, without a sigh!
And he left his handiwork on Major Swan.
But Sirr, with steel-clad breast,
And coward heart at best,
Left us cause to mourn Lord Edward that is gone, boys, gone:
Here's the memory of our friends that are gone!
September, Eighty-three.
Closed this cruel history,
When Emmet's blood the scaffold flowed upon:
O, had their spirits been wise,
They might then realize
Their freedom - but we drink to Mitchell that is gone, boys, gone:
Here's the memory of our friends that are gone!
T. Kearney",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,By Memory Inspired,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,T. Kearney,The Gaelic Revival,The Lambeth School of Arms",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/23cd83272f5e10e35f2b5b969d3fce6a.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1365,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1365,"A Broadside: No. 7 Second Year","Ireland^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival^^Dun Emer Press^^Cuala Press^^A Broadside","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 Harlequinade"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","December, 1909",,,,,,,,,"THE CHERRY TREE CAROL
Now Joseph was an old man,
An old man was he,
When he wedded Mary,
In the land of Galilee.
O then bespoke Mary,
With words both meek and kind,
'Pluck me some cherries, Joseph,
They run so in my mind.
O eat your cherries, Mary,
O eat your cherries now;
O eat your cherries, Mary,
They grow upon the bough.
'He neither shall be born,
In housen nor in hall,
Nor in the place of Paradise,
But in an ox's stall.
As Joseph and Mary walk thro'
A garden green,
Where cherries and berries,
Were as thick as might be seen.
Then bowed down the highest tree,
Unto God's mother's hand,
O then, she cried, 'See, Joseph,
I have cherries at my command.'
As joseph was a walking,
He heard an angel sing,
'This night shall be the birth-time
Of christ our Heavenly King.'
'He neither shall be clothed
In purple nor in pall,
But all in fair linen,
That usen babies all.
He neither shall be rocked,
In silver nor in gold,
But in a wooden manger
That rested on the mould.'
As Joseph was a walking,
Then did an angel sing:
And Mary's child at midnight,
Was born to be our King.
Then be ye glad, good people,
This night of all the year,
And light ye up your candles,
For his star it shineth clear.
THE COLLIER
You may know a jolly collier as he walks on the street,
His clothing is so handsome, and so neat are his feet;
With teeth as white as ivory, and his eyes as black as soles,
You may know a jolly collier wherever he goes.
You may know a jolly collier, he's a swaggering young blade,
When he goes a-courting of his buxom fair maid;
With his lips he so flatters her, and he spends his money free,
You may know a jolly collier wheresoever that he be.
You may know a jolly collier as he sails the salt sea;
As he ploughs the wide ocean he sets his sails three,
The foresail for to lift her, and the mainsail to drive,
And the little pretty crojick for to make her steer wild.
I'll build my jolly collier a castle on a hill,
Where neither Duke nor Squire can work me any ill;
For the Queen can but enjoy the King, and I can do the same,
And I am but a sheep-girl, and who can me blame?",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,The Cherry-Tree Carol,The Collier,The Gaelic Revival,The Harlequinade",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/f2e621bc710e628be54f6b344c0fc370.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1366,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1366,"A Broadside: No. 8 Second Year","Ireland^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival^^Dun Emer Press^^Cuala Press^^A Broadside","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 Horse Auction"". Signed Jack B. Yeats.","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^Henry Kingsley",,"Cuala Press","January, 1910",,,,,,,,,"MAGDALENE
Magdalene at Michael's gate toiled at the pin.
On Joseph's thorn sang the blackbird, 'Let her in! Let her in!'
'Hast tho seen the wounds?' said Michael, 'knowest thou thy sin?'
'It is evening, evening' sang the blackbird, 'Let her in! Let her in!'
'Yes, I have seen the wounds and I know the sin!'
She knows it well, well, well.' sand the blackbird, 'Let her in! Let her in!'
'Thou bringest no offerings?' said Michael, 'nought save sin?'
And the blackbird sang, 'She is sorry, sorry, sorry. Let her in! Let her in!'
When he had sung himself to sleep and night did begin,
On came and open'd Michael's gate and Magdalene went in.
Henry Kingsley
LEAVE HER JOHNNY
Sailors Chanty
I thought I heard the captain say,
Leave her Johnny, leave her;
You may go ashore and touch your pay,
It's time for us to leave her.
You may make her fast, and pack your gear,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her;
And leave her moored to the West Street Pier,
It's time for us to leave her.
The winds were foul, the work was hard,
Leave her Johnny, leave her;
From Sligo Quays to Brooklyn Yard,
It's time for us to leave her.
She would neither wear, nor steer, nor stay,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her;
Her running rigging carried away,
It's time for us to leave her.
The winds were foul, the trip was long,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her;
Before we go we'll sing a song,
It's time for us to leave her.
We'll sing, Oh, may we never be,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her;
On a hungry ship the like of she,
It's time for us to leave her.
",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Henry Kingsley,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Leave her Johnny,Magdalene,The Gaelic Revival,The Horse Auction",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/7968e64692ca05c182efa440f1ac0eec.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1367,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1367,"A Broadside: No. 9 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 [2] has caption: ""Grandpapa's Hunting"". ^^The woodcut on page [3] has caption: ""The Fate of Hahnet"". Signed Jack B. Yeats, ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^Thomas Davis",,"Cuala Press","February, 1909",,,,,,,,,"LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF [EOGAN RUAD UA NEIL]
COMMONLY CALLED OWEN ROE O'NEIL
Time- 10th Nov., 1649. Scene - Ormond's Camp, County
Waterford. Speakers - A Veteran of Owen O'Neil's clan, and
One of the horsemen, just arrived with an account of his death.
'Did they dare, did they dare to slay Owen Roe O'Neil?'
'Yes, they slew with poison him they feared to meet with steel.'
'May God wither up their hearts! May their blood cease to flow!
'May they walk in living death, who poisoned Owen Roe!
Though it break my heart to hear, say again the bitter words.'
'From Derry, against Cromwell, he marched to measure swords;
But the weapon of the Saxon met him on his way,
And he died at Cloc Uactair, upon Saint Leonard's Day.'
'Wail, wail ye for the Mighty One! Wail, wail ye for the Dead;
'Quench the hearth, and hold the breath- with ashes strew the head.
How tenderly we loved him! How deeply we deplore!
Holy Saviour! but to think we shall never see him more.
Sagest in the council was he, kindest in the hall,
Sure we never won a battle - 'twas Owen won them all.
Had he lived - had he lived - our dear country had been free;
But he's dead, but he's dead, and 'tis slaves we'll ever be.
O'Farrell and Clanicarde, Preston and Red Hugh,
Audley and MacMahon - ye are valiant, wise, and true;
But - what are ye all to our darling who is gone?
The Rudder of our Ship was he, our Castle's corner-stone!
Wail, wail him through the Island! Weep, weep, for our pride!
Would that on the battle field our gallant chief had died!
Weep the Victor of Beinn Burb - weep him, young men and old;
Weep for him, ye women - your Beautiful lies cold!
We thought you would not die - we were sure you would not go,
And leave us in our utmost need to Cromwell's cruel blow -
Sheep without a shepherd, when the snow shuts out the sky -
Oh! why did you leave us, Owen? Why did you die?
Soft as woman's was your voice, O'Neil! bright was your eye,
Oh! why did you leave us, Owen? why did you die?
Your troubles are all over, you're at rest with God on high;
But we're slaves, and we're orphans, Owen! - why did you die?'
Thomas Davis.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Grandpapa's Hunting,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Lamen for the Death of Eogan Ruad Ua Neil Commonly Called Owen Roe O'Neil,The Gaelic Revival,Thomas Davis",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/a138ab2a3163b5e6e9c8475ab5b9d28d.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1368,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1368,"A Broadside: No. 10 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: ""Greenford Races"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^Seumas O'Sullivan",,"Cuala Press","March, 1910",,,,,,,,,"FUNERALS
As I go down Glasnevin way
The funerals pass me day by day:
Stately, sombre, stepping slow
The white-plumed funeral horses go,
With coaches crawling in their wake
A long and slow black-glittering snake.
(Inside of every crawling yoke
Silent cronies sit and smoke)
Evermore as I grow thinner,
Day after day without a dinner;
Every day, as I go down,
I meet the funerals leaving town.
Soon my procession will be on view
A hearse and maybe a coach or two.
Seumas O'Sullivan
THE COTTAGERS DAUGHTER
Ah! tell me ye swains, have you seen my Pastora?
O say, have you met the sweet nymph in your way?
Transcendant as Venus, and blythe as Aurora,
From Neptune's bed rising to hail the new day.
Forlorn do I wander and long time have sought her,
The fairest, the rarest, for ever my theme;
A Goddess in form, though a cottager's daughter
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
Of Aln's winding stream, of Aln's winding stream,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
The lordlings so gay, and young squires have sought her,
To link her fair hand in the conjugal chain,
Devoid of ambition that cottager's daughter
Convinced them their flattery and offers were vain.
When first I beheld her, I fondly besought her,
My heart did her homage, and love was her theme;
She vow'd to be mine, the sweet cottager's daughter,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding.
Then, why thus alone does she leave me to languish?
Pastora to splendour could ne'er yield her hand;
Ah no! she returns to remove my fond anguish,
O'er her heart love and truth retain the command.
The wealth of Golconda could never have bought her,
For love, truth and constancy, still is her theme.
Then give me kind Hymen, the cottager's daughter,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream,
Of Aln's winding stream, of Aln's winding stream,
A Goddess in form tho' a cottager's daughter,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Funerals,Greenford Races,Ireland,Jack B. Yeats,Seumas O'Sullivan,The Cottagers Daughter",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/8446049b3f041a81264b9cbed8136340.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1369,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1369,"A Broadside: No. 11, Second Year","Ireland^^Dun Emer Press^^Cuala Press^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival^^A Broaadside","PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN, SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies.^^The woodcut on page [3] has caption: ""THE PILOT"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats ^^James Stephens",,"Cuala Press","April, 1910",,,,,,,,,"THE ADVENTURES OF SEUMAS BEG
THE VISIT FROM ABROAD
I saw a speck blow up against the sky
As little as a leaf. Then it came near
And broadened - 'Tis a bird, said I
And fetched my bow and arrows. It was queer.
It grew more big and big till like a blot
It squattered past a cloud, then it came down
All crumply and it waggled such a lot
I feared that it would fall. It was a brown
Old carpet where a man was sitting snug.
He reached the ground and started quick to sew
A big hole in the middle of the rug:
And he was looking every side to know
Was anybody coming. Then with a twist
He flew away - I fired but missed.
James Stephens
THE ADVENTURES OF SEUMAS BEG
IN THE ORCHARD
There was a giant by the Orchard Wall
Peeping about on this side and on that
And feeling in the trees. He was as tall
As the big apple tree and twice as fat.
His beard was long, and listen, I saw there
Were leaves and bits of grass stuck in his hair.
He held a big black club in his right hand,
And with the other searched in every tree
For something that he knew of. You could stand
Right up beside him and not reach his knee,
So mighty big he was. I was in fear
That he might turn and see me standing near.
I tried to get away, and as I slid
Under a bush, he saw me and he bent
Far down and said 'where is the princess hid?'
So I said 'there' and pointed - so he went.
And when he looked I turned and simply flew
Round by the lilac bushes, back to you.
James Stephens.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,James Stephens,The Adventures of Seumas Beg in the Orchard,The Adventures of Seumas Beg The Visit From Abroad,The Gaelic Revival,The Pilot",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/c93db5b0154d079486c99bc1e6c3c63d.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1370,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1370,"A Broadside: No. 12 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.^^The woodcut on page [3] has caption: ""THEODORE THE PIRATE"". Signed Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","May, 1910",,,,,,,,,"THE PRESS-GANG
Here's the tender coming,
Pressing all the men;
O' dear Honey,
What shall we do then?
Here's the tender coming,
Off at Shields Bar,
Here's the tender coming,
Full of men of war.
Here's the tender coming,
Stealing of my dear;
O, dear honey,
They'll ship you out of here.
They'll ship you foreign,
For that is what it means.
Here's the tender coming,
Full of red marines.
GALWAY RACES
It's there you'll see confectioners with sugar sticks and dainties,
The lozenges and oranges, lemonade and the raisins;
The gingerbread and spices to accomodate the ladies,
And a big crubeen for threepence to be picking while you're able.
It's there you'll see the gamblers, the thimbles and the garters,
And the sporting Wheel of Fortune with the four and twenty quarters.
There was others without scruple pelting wattles at poor Maggy,
And her father well centered and he looking as his daughter.
It's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing,
And the nimble-footed dancers and they tripping on the daisies.
There was others crying segars and lights, and bills of all the races,
With the colour of the jockeys, the prize and horses ages.
It's there you'd see the jockeys and they mounted on most stately,
The pink and blue, the red and green, the Emblem of our nation.
When the bell was rung for starting, the horses seemed impatient,
Though they never stood on ground, their speed was so amazing.
There was half a million people of all denominations,
The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew and Prespertarian.
There was yet no animosity, no matter what persuasion,
But failte and hospitality inducing fresh acquaintance.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Galway Races,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,The Gaelic Revival,The Press-Gang,Theodore the Pirate",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/2f886a798685e214a061693d4028ab64.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0