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1371,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1371,"A Broadside: No. 1 Third 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: ""And though they sleep in dungeons deep, or flee, outlawed and banned, we love them yet, we can't forget the felons of our land"". Signed Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^James Stephens^^R . E. McGowan",,"Cuala Press","June, 1910",,,,,,,,,"THE ADVENTURES OF SEUMAS BEG
Treasure Trove
His arms were round the box. It was of wood
Clamped strong with bands of iron and it seemed
To be an awful weight. At last he stood,
And I stole closer still. His white eyes gleamed
As he peeped here and there and then he laid
The box down on the ground. A knife he drew
Out from his pocket and he plunged the blade
Deep down into the ground: the clay soon flew
In all directions underneath a tree.
And when the hole was deep he buried low
The box, and filled the hole again, and cunningly,
Stamped all the soil down flat. I went next day
To dig the treasure up but lost my way.
James Stephens
A YOUNG MAN'S FANCY
All the sheets are clacking, all the blocks are whining,
The sails are frozen stiff, and the wetted decks are shining,
The reef's in the top-sails, and it's coming on to blow,
And I think of the dear love I left long ago.
Grey were her eyes, and her hair was long and bonny,
Golden was her hair, like the wild bee's honey,
And I was but a dog, and a mad one, to despise
The gold of her hair and the grey of her eyes.
There's a sea before me, and my home behind me,
And beyond there the lands where nobody will mind me,
No one but the girls with the paint upon their cheeks,
Who sell away their beauty to whomsoever seeks.
There'll be drink and women there, and songs and laughter;
Peace from what is past, and from all that follows after;
And a fellow will forget how a woman lies awake
lonely in the night-watch crying for his sake.
Black it blows, and bad, and it howls like slaughter,
And the ship she shudders as she takes the water,
Hissing flies the spindrift, like a wind-blown smoke,
And I think of a woman, and a heart I broke.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,A Young Man's Fancy,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,James Stephens,R. E. McGowan,The Adventures of Seumas Beg: Treasure Trove,The Gaelic Revival",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/e4f93514ce07dd38b8c21d9fa3cdecc2.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1372,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1372,"A Broadside: No. 2 Third Year","Ireland^^Dun Emer Press^^Cuala Press^^A Broadside^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Press","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 PIRATES ASHORE"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","July, 1910",,,,,,,,,"
THE SALCOMBE SEAMAN'S FLAUNT TO THE PROUD PIRATE
The lofty ship from Salcombe came,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
She had golden trucks that shone like flame,
On the bonny coasts of Barbary.
'Masthead, masthead,' the captains hail,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
'Look out and round, d'ye see a sail?'
On the bonny coasts of Barbary.
'There's a ship that looms like Beachy Head,'
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
'Her banner aloft, it blows out red,'
On the bonny coasts of Barbary.
'Oh, ship ahoy, and where do you steer?'
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
'Are you man-of-war, or privateer?'
On the bonny coasts of Barbary.
'I am neither one of the two,' said she,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
'I'm a pirate, looking for my fee,'
On the bonny coasts of Barbary.
'I'm a jolly pirate, out for gold:'
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
'I will rummage through your after hold,'
On the bonny coasts of Barbary.
The grumbling guns they flashed and roared,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
Till the pirate's masts went overboard,
On the bonny coasts of Barbary.
They fired shots till the pirate's deck,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
Was a blood and spars and broken wreck,
On the bonny coasts of Barbary.
'O do not haul the red flag down!'
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
'O keep all fast until we drown,'
On the bonny coasts of Barbary.
They called for cans of wine, and drank,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
They sang their songs until she sank,
On the bonny coasts of Barbary.
Now let us brew good cans of flip,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
And drink a bowl to the Salcombe ship,
On the bonny coatsts of Barbary.
And drink a bowl to the land of fame,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;
Who put the pirate-ship to shame,
On the bonny coasts of Barbary.
",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,The Gaelic Revival,The Pirates Ashore,The Salcombe Seaman's Flaunt To The Proud Pirate",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/2fac6d3e776b1741e8227de2ba1f185e.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1373,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1373,"A Broadside: No. 3 Third 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: ""THE INFORMER"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","August, 1910",,,,,,,,,"DONNELLY AND COOPER
Come all ye true-bred Irishmen, wherever you may be,
Likewise pay attention, and listen unto me;
It is a true story, as ever you did hear,
Of Donnelly and Cooper that fought upon Kildare.
'Twas on the third of June, my boys, the challenge was sent o'er
From Britannia to old Grania, to raise her son once more,
To renew their satisfation and credit to recall,
They are in deep distraction since Donnelly conquer'd Hall.
Old Grania read the challenge and recieved it with a smile,
'You had better hasten unto Kildare, my well-beloved child,
It's there you'll reign victorious, as you've often done before,
And your deeds will shine victorious, as they've often done before.'
The challenge was accepted, these heroes did prepare
To meet brave Captain Kelly on the Curragh of Kildare,
the Englishmen bet ten to one that day against poor Dan,
Such odds as this could ne'er dismay the blood of an Irishman.
When these two champios stripp'd, into the ring they went,
For they were fully determined each other's blood to spill.
From six to nine they parried the time, till Donnelly knock'd him down,
Well done, my child, sweet Grania smiled, that is £ 10,000.
The second round that Cooper fought, he knocked down Donnelly,
And Dan also, being of true fame, he rose most furiously;
Right active then was Cooper, he knocked Donnelly down again,
The Englishman they gave three cheers, crying, the battle is all in vain.
Long life to brave Miss Kelly, she is recorded on the plain,
She boldly stepped into the ring, saying, 'my boy, what do you mean?'
Crying, 'Dan, my boy, what do you mean?' 'my Irish son', said she,
'My whole estate this day I've bet, on you, brave Donnelly.'
Then Donnelly rose up again, and met him with great might,
For to stagnate those nobles all, continued the fight,
Cooper stood in his own defence, exertion proved so frail,
He soon received a temple blow, which hurled him o'er the rail.
Ye sons of proud Britannia, your boasting now recall,
Since Cooper now by Donnelly has met his sad downfall;
For out of 11 rounds, he got nine knock downs, besides he broke his jaw-bone,
Shake hands, says he, brave Donnelly, the fight is quite your own.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Donnelly and Cooper,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,The Gaelic Revival,The Informea",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/aba4854c5bc85fef43651b821c661edb.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1374,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1374,"A Broadside: No. 4 Third 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: ""The Tumbler"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^James Stephens",,"Cuala Press","September, 1910",,,,,,,,,"THE SPY
O listen, I had climbed into a tree,
Scouting for Indians, when a man came;
I thought it was an Indian, for he
Was running like the wind. There was a flame
Of sunlight on his hand as he drew near,
Adn then I saw a knife gripped in his fist.
He panted like a horse, his eyes were queer,
Wide-open, staring fearfully, and, hist!
And all his hair was matted down with sweat.
I crouched among the leaves for fear he'd spy
Where I was hiding, so he did not get
His awful stare on me, but like the wind
Flew on, as if he heard a thing behind.
James Stephens.
YOUNG NAPOLEON, OR THE BUNCH OF ROSES
By the danger of the ocean,
One morning in the month of June,
The feathered warbling songsters,
Their charming notes so sweet did tune.
There I espied a female
Seeming in grief and woe,
And conversing with young Buonoparte,
Concerning the bonny bunch of roses, O.
Oh! then said young Napoleon,
And grasped his mother by the hand,
Do mother, pray have patience
Until I am able to command;
I will raise a terrible army,
And through tremendous dangers go,
And in spite of all the universe,
I will gain the bonny bunch of roses, O.
When first you saw great Buonoparte,
You fell upon your bended knee,
And asked your father's life of him,
He granted it right manfully;
'Twas then he took an army,
And o'er the frozen realms did go;
He said, 'I'll conquer Moscow,
Then go to the Bonny bunch of roses, O.
He took three hundred thousand men,
And likewise kinds to join his throng,
He was so well provided,
He'd enough to sweep the world along;
But when he came near Moscow
Nearly over-powered by driven snow,
All Moscow was a blazing,
Then he lost the bonny bunch of roses, O.
Oh! mother, adieu for ever,
Now I am on my dying bed,
If I had lived I should have been clever,
But now I droop my youthful head.
But while our bones do moulder,
And weeping willows o'er us grow,
The deeds of bold Napoleon
Will sting the bonny bunch of roses, O.",,,,,,Braodside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,James Stephens,The Gaelic Revival,The Spy,The Tumbler,Young Napoleon Or The Bunch of Roses",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/c8205734adb3bef431cf33936fa469b6.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1375,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1375,"A Broadside: No. 5 Third 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 copied only.^^The woodcut on page [3] has caption: ""Sarsfield"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","October, 1910",,,,,,,,,"BOLD BELFAST SHOEMAKER
Come all you true-born Irishmen wherever you may be,
I hope you'll pay attention and listen unto me;
I'm a bold shoemaker, from Belfast town I came,
And to my great misfortune I' listed in the train.
I had a nice young sweetheart, Jane Wilson was her name,
She said it grieved her to the heart to see me in the train;
She told me if I would desert to come and let her know,
She would dress me in her own clothes that I may go to and fro.
We marched to Chapelizod like heroes stout and bold,
I'd be no more a slave to them, my officers I told;
To work on a Sunday with me did not agree,
That was the very time, brave boys, I took my liberty.
When encamped at Tipperary we under his command,
That I and my comrade one night on guard should stand;
The night was very wet and cold, with me did not agree,
That was the very night, brave boys, I took my liberty.
The night that I deserted I had no place to stay,
I went into a meadow where I laid among the hay;
I had not been long there, boys, when I arose again,
And looking all aroung me I spied six of the train.
We had a bloody battle but soon I beat them all,
For soon the dastard cowards for mercy loud did call,
Saying spare our lives brave Irewin, and we will pray for thee,
By all that's fair we will declare for you and liberty.
As for George Clerk of Carrick, he is very mean,
For the sake of forty shillings he had me taken again;
They locked me in a strong room my sorrows to deplore,
With four on every window, and six on every door.
I been thus confined I looked all around,
I leaped out of the window and knocked four of them down,
The light horse and train, my boys, they soon pursued me,
But I keep my road before them and preserved my liberty.
I next joined Father Murphy as you shall quickly hear,
And many a battle I have fought with his brave shalmaleers,
With four hundred of his brave croppy boys, we beat great Lord Mountjoy,
And at the battle of New Ross we made 8,000 fly.
I am a bold shoemaker and Irewin is my name,
I could beat as many orangemen as 'listed in a train;
I could beat as many orangemen as could stand in row,
I would make them fly before me like an arrow from a bow.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Bold Belfast Shoemaker,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Sarsfield,The Gaelic Revival",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/98e2fbd30341474d6561b94aa8aa3b82.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1376,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1376,"A Broadside: No. 6 Third 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 HURLEY PLAYER"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^Francis Macnamara",,"Cuala Press","November, 1910",,,,,,,,,"A MORAL BALLAD OF THE PLAGUE OF EYAM, 1666
In the separate valleys of Derbyshire,
Where the Peak is high and deep,
By rumour 'twas known, that the plague of towns
Gave London man to weep.
One morning then in a village hid -
Bright came the sun through the glen -
Softly people began to die,
Children women and men.
No sickness, or orderly sign they gave,
Had they risen into the clouds -
Not more bewildered their friends had stood,
Who now fumbled with their shrouds.
Many they missed, before the Plague
Was named - named with a scream:
'The tailor's parcel from London 'twas!'
And the rich fled out of Eyam.
The rooks fled too, for they too are sure
Of a lodging in every state;
They rose, and above that place on the sky
They put the black mark of fate.
But men have invented the poverty
Which compels to sit and wait.
Death silently leapt from house to house,
Or desisted for a day,
Only to pounce on a springing hope ...
Till he nearly lost his prey:
The villagers now must have made stampede,
Beside themselves young and old,
But Mompesson on the name of God
Their duty to their neighbours told.
When they dared not to come together in church
He preached from a cave in the dell:
Standing between the living and dead
As the prophet in Israel.
As the people obeyed - O wondrous power
The multitude to restrain! -
Not one beyond the village of streams
Would bear its singular bane.
One woman resisted, one woman alone,
And against the parson cried;
Every day, by the pump and cross,
She cried, while the people died.
'That you live and want to like is sure,
But guesses your praise and prayer;
Much good he has done, who your spirits won
From panic to dull despair!
Your flesh is warm and your blood still stirs,
Leave now this filthy place.
Why stayed that crow when the rest did no? -
Keep his black coast from my face!'
Yet whenever she started up the path
Which traversed the parish bounds,
She saw that strong and gentle man,
And though she defied his will and ran
His words pursued like hounds.
She turned again, and her impotence
Lamented with angry sounds.
But she broke away at last, and fled
The unreal time and place;
In frenzy she ran over heather and road,
Till she came to Sheffeld gates.
Visitation of Eyam well known around!
Whence she came 'twas plain to see;
And the scared people stoned her to death,
To such an end came she.
Francis Macnamara.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,A Moral Ballad of the Plague of Eyam 1666,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Francis Macnamara,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,The Gaelic Revival,The Hurley Player",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/6f7a4594b042e7f7252ccc047c6a7479.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1377,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1377,"A Broadside: No. 7 Third 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","December, 1910",,,,,,,,,"A LONGFORD BALLAD
I went out in the evening my sweetheart to find,
I stood by her cottage window as well I do mind;
I stood by her cottage window, and I thought I would get in,
But instead of pleasure for me, my sorrows did begin.
Fine colour had my darling though it was not me was there,
I did not sit beside her, but inside there was a pair.
I stood outside her window, most like a motherless foal,
And I waited till my own name was brought across the coals.
Here's a health unto the blackbird that sings upon the tree,
And here's to the willy wagtail that goes the road with me.
Here's a health unto my darling and to them she makes her own,
She's deserving of good company - for me I have got none.
My love she is proper and handsome and tall,
For wit and for behaviour she's foremost of them all.
She says she is in no way bound, that with me she'll go free,
But my love has too many lovers to have any love for me.
THE TIME OF DAY
An Irish Captain of Dragoons one day in Oxford town,
Invited jovial friends to dine at the sign of the Crown,
Three English Dandies they came in and sat down to drink wine,
Saying, 'Ma'am, have you got roast beef, we all came here to dine?'
The Landlady made answer, saying, 'It's surely just bespoke,
We've got an Isish gentleman.' 'On him we'll play some joke.
Tell him John Bull must get the beef, let it be lean or fat,
Good murphies, butter and salt fish will answer for Irish Pat.'
One of the lads pulled out a watch, to the waiter he did say,
'Take this up to Irish Pat, let him know the time of day.'
The waiter informed the Captain, 'give me the watch,' said he
'And I'll let them know the time of day and that immediately.'
'Tis with a case of pistols and a small sword by his side,
He thundered out a mighty oath, 'I will take down their pride.'
In entering in into the room 'O gentlemen,' he did say,
'Where is the poor blind man that wants to know the time of day?'
Instantly he drew his sword, 'I always was inclined
To help a poor man in distress, particular the blind;
'Tis with this insturment of steel I mean I'll let you see
I've got a pair of spectacles will answer for him and me.'
Those cowards they hung down their heads and now they shook with fear,
One of those lads exclaiming, 'There's no such person here,'
In turning to the waiter, the Captain he did say,
'I think I may hold the watch for the owner is gone away.'
The dinner was got ready, upstairs the Captain goes,
You'd laugh to see the apish tricks of those three English foes;
Gaping at one another and biting their nails,
Till at length they all departed like dogs that lost their tails.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,A Longford Ballad,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,The Gaelic Revival,The Time of Day",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/73ea318ae8a7352e6ceec2c7e11aa638.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1378,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1378,"A Broadside: No. 8 Third Year","Ireland^^Dun Emer Press^^Cuala Press^^A Broadside^^Irish Literary Revival^^The Gaelic Revival","PUBLISHED MONTHLY Y 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 Small Fair"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","January, 1911",,,,,,,,,"THE SAILOR
'With every hair a rope-yarn,
Every tooth a marline-spike,
Every finger a fish-hook,
And his blood right good stockhollum tar.'
ROLL THE COTTON DOWN
(Halliards Chanty)
Come roll the cotton down, my boys,
Roll the cotton down;
Come roll the cotton down, my boys,
O roll the cotton down.
Come hither, all you nigger boys,
Roll the cotton down;
Come hither, all you nigger boys,
O roll the cotton down.
A dollar a day is the white man's pay,
Roll the cotton down;
A dollar a day is the white man's pay,
O roll the cotton down.
Ten dollars a day is the black man's pay,
Roll the cotton down;
Ten dollars a day is the is the black man's pay,
O roll the cotton down.
The white man's pay is rather high,
Roll the cotton down;
The white man's pay is rather high,
O roll the cotton down.
The black man's pay is rather low,
Roll the cotton down;
The black man's pay is rather low,
O roll the cotton down.
Around Cape Horn we're bound to go,
Roll the cotton down;
Around Cape horn we're bound to go,
O roll the cotton down.
So stretch it aft and start a song,
Roll the cotton down;
So stretch it aft and start a song,
O roll the cotton down.
",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,A Small Fair,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Roll the Cotton Down,The Gaelic Revival,The Sailor",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/dd3d1b244f001c9dc5043ca35d779a9d.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1379,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1379,"A Broadside: No. 9 Third 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: ""THE LADDER OF ROPE"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.^^The woodcut on page [3] has caption: ""THE JOLLY MUD"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","February, 1911",,,,,,,,,"THE JOLLY RAKE OF ALL TRADES
Of all the trades that's going a rover's my delight,
For if he rambles all the day he will please my heart at night,
For with his pack all on his back he rambles to and fro,
And his dwelling is uncertain wherever he does go.
He roams throughout the nation his pleasure to divert,
With youthful recreation for to delight his heart;
And courting pretty fair maids through market-town fair,
His life it gaily passes free from all strife and care.
In Longford he buys yarn, he's a pedlar in Mullingar,
Among the pretty fair maids disposing of his ware.
In Granard he's a cooper, a tinker in Ballybay,
Where he does kiss his landlady his reckoning to pay.
In Mountmellick he's a tanner, a hatter in Athlone,
And for a skilled doctor in Boyle he is well known;
And when he comes to Sligo he makes good whiskey there,
And in sweet Inniskillen he deals in maiden's wear.
He's a weaver in Londondery, a shoemaker in Strabane,
He's a hair merchant in Lamberg, and a brewer in Coleraine
Where he does brew good humming ale and love a pretty main,
And when he comes to Belfast he's a butcher to his trade.
In Lisburn he's a joiner, a glazier in Lurgan town,
In Dromore he's a brazier and a smith in Portadown;
In Armagh he's a piper, a merchant in Newry town,
And when he comes to Drogheda he draws good ale that's brown.
In Dublin he's a carpenter and works nimbly his rule,
In Wicklow he's a miner, and in Athlone keeps a school.
He's a founder in Enniscorthy and a baker in Carlow town,
Because he is a rover bold he always gains renown.
In Dungarvan he's a fisherman and ploughs the raging main,
In Youghal he's a wool-comber and makes his wool to shine.
A jovial rake in Mallow among the raking blades,
Where he does sport and frolic among the pretty maids.
He is a goldsmith in Killarney and a gamester in Tralee,
Among the Kerry lassies he spends his money free.
In Limerick a brogue-maker, his watches he makes in Clare,
And in Galway a barber and dresses ladies' hair.
Now he does range the nation his pleasure to pursue,
Changing his occupation to every trade that's new.
And for the please the ladies for pleasure he does roam,
But still his love is true to me when he returns home.
",,,,,,Braodside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,The Gaelic Revival,The Jolly Mud,The Jolly Rake of All Trades,The Ladder Of Rope",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/49324aad45092d8a617795e6d89a231b.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1380,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1380,"A Broadside: No. 10 Third 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: ""HOBBY HORSES"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","March, 1911",,,,,,,,,"JOHN MORRISSEY AND THE RUSSIAN SAILOR
Attend, ye sons of Erin's Isle, your attention now I crave,
Till I relate the praises of an Irish hero brave;
Concerning this great fight took place all on the other day
Between a Russian sailor and a gallant Morrissey.
In Teredelphiago we go in, in South America,
The Russian challenged Morrissey, and this to him did say;
'I hear you are an Irishman, whereon the belt I see,
What do you think of your consent to have a round with me?'
To fight upon the tenth of March those heroes did agree,
And thousands came from Ireland this champion fight to see;
The Russians and the Yankees their hearts were filled with glee,
For sure that their bully boy would kill John Morrissey.
Those heroes stepped into the ring, most gallant to be seen,
When Morrissey clapped on the belt, bound round with shamrock green;
For sixty thousand dollars, as you can plainly see,
That was to be the champion's prize who'd gain the victory.
They kissed, shook hands, walked round the ring, commencing with the fight,
Which filled each Irish heart that day for to behold the sight;
The Russian, then, he flew at him, when coming to the ground;
From that up to the second round John Morrissey went down.
Four minutes and a half he lay before that he could rise,
The cry went all round the ring, 'He is dead!' was all their cry;
But Morrissey arose again, and coming from the ground,
From that up to the eleventh round the Russian he went down.
The Irish offered four to one that day upon the grass,
No sooner said than taken up when down the showers of cash.
They parried away without delay up to the thirtieth round,
When Morrissey gave him a blow that brought him to the ground.
Up till the thirty-seventh round it was fall for fall about,
That made those foreign tyrants to have a sharp look-out;
The Russian called his seconds to give him a glass of wine,
Our Irish hero smiled and said: 'The battle is surely mine.'
Our hero conquered Thompson, and the Yankee clipper too,
The Melisia boy and shepherd he nobly did subdue;
And to our brave Tipperary boy the Russian was forced to yield -
John Morrissey, like Donnelly, he'd die or gain the field.
The cheers of our brave Irish boys did grieve their hearts full sore,
Their bully, eighteen stone three pounds, his height full six feet four.
They went into St. Patrick's land and made the taverns roar,
They sung the praise of Morrissey who came from Templemore.
Come let us dance and sing
While Barbados bells do ring:
Quashie scrapes the fiddle string
And Venus plays the lute.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Hobby Horses,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,John Morrissey and the Russian Sailor,The Gaelic Revival",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/e38b670a39c7890b914fb441e0792936.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0