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1425,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1425,"A Broadside: No. 7. Seventh and Last Year of the Set","Ireland^^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 the caption: ""A LONG TIME AGO"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","December, 1914",,,,,,,,,"BUCKS HAVE AT YE ALL; OR, THE PICTURE OF A PLAYHOUSE
Ye social friends of claret and of wit,
Where'er dispers'd, in merry groups you sit;
Whether below you gild the glitt'ring sence,
Or mount aloft there, on a bold thirteen.
Ye bucks assembl'd at your Ranger's call,
Damme, I know ye - and have at ye all.
The motive here that sets our Bucks on fire,
The gen'rous wish, the first and last desire;
If you with plaudits echo to redrown,
Or urg'd with fury, tear the benches down;
'Tis still the same - to one bright goal we haste,
To show your judgement and approve your taste.
'Tis not in nature for ye to be quiet,
No, damme, Bucks exist but in a riot.
For instance now - to please the ear and charm admiring crowd,
You bucks o' th'boxes sneer and talk aloud!
To the green box next with joyous speed you run,
Hilly ho! ho! my Bucks! well, damme it, what's the fun?
Tho' Shakespeare speaks, regardless of the play,
Ye laugh and loll the sprightly hours away;
For to seem sensible of real merit,
Oh, damme, it's low, it's vulgar, - beneath us lads of spirit.
Your Bucks o'th' pit are miracles of learning,
Who point out faults to shew their own discerning;
And, critic-like, bestriding martyr'd sense,
Proclaim their genius and vast consequence.
The side-long row, whose keener views of bliss
Are chiefly centered in some favourite Miss;
A set of jovial Bucks who here resort,
Flush from the tavern, reeling ripe for sport,
Wak'd from their dream, oft joined the general roar,
With bravo, bravo - bravissimo, et damme, encore
Or, skipping that, behold another row,
Supplied with citizens or smiling beau:
Addressing Miss, whose cardinal protection,
Keeps her quite safe from ranc'rous detraction,
Whose lively eyes beneath a down drawn hat,
Gives hint she loves a little - you know what.
Ye Bucks above who range like gods at large,
Nay, pray don't grin, but listen to your charge,
You who design to change this scene to raillery,
And out-talk players in the upper gallery:
Oh, there's a youth, and one o' th'sprightly sort,
I don't mean you - damme, you've not features for 't.
Who slily skulks to hidden station,
While players follow their vocation,
Whistle, 'off, off, off, Nosee, Roast Beet' - there's education.
Now, I've explored this mimic world quite thro'.
An set each country's little faults to view:
In the right sense receive the well-meant jest,
And keep the moral still within your breast;
Convinc'd I'd not in heart or tongue offend,
Your hands acquit me, and I've gain'd my end.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,A Long Time Ago,Bucks Have at Ye All ; Or the Pitcture of a Playhouse,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,The Gaelic Revival",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/585f53ba0fd38fd610b02c8da7d810d5.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1424,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1424,"A Broadside: No. 6. Seventh and Last Year of the Set","Ireland^^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 CANVAS MAN"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^G. N. Reddin",,"Cuala Press","November, 1914",,,,,,,,,"
THE OLD GREY MARE
At break of day, I chanced to stray
All by the Seine's fair side,
When to ease my heart young Bonaparte
Came forward for to ride.
On a field of green, with gallant mien
He formed his men in square
And down the line, with looks divine
He rode his Old Grey Mare.
'My sporting boys that's tall and straight
Take counsel and be wise,
Attention pay to what I say,
My lecture don't despise:
Let patience guide yous everywhere,
And from traitors now beware,
For there's none but him that's sound within
Can ride my Old Grey Mare.'
Bonaparte on her did start
He rode too fast, Is Truagh!
She lost a show at Moscow Fair
And got lamed at Waterloo.
But wait till she comes back again
Where she'll have farrier's care,
And the very next date she'll win the plate
My sporting Old Grey Mare.
THE NOBLE THREE
(To the air of 'The Black hores')
One time when walking down a lane
As night was drawing nigh,
I met a colleen with three flowers
And she more young than I.
'Saint Patrick bless you, dear,' said I
'If you'll be quick and tell
The place where you did find those flowers
I seem to know so well.'
She took one flower and kissed it thrice
And softly said to me:
'This flower I found in Thomas Street,
In Dublin Fair,' said she;
'It's name is Robert Emmett
The youngest flower of all.
But I'll keep it fresh beside my breast
If all th world should fall.'
She took and kissed the next flower twice
And softly said to me,
'This flower I culled in Antrim's fields
Outside Belfast' said she;
'The name I call it is Wolfe Tone,
The bravest flower of all.
But I'll keep it fresh beside my breast
If all the world should fall.'
She took and kissed the next flower once
And softly said to me,
'This flower comes from the Wicklow hills,
Its name is Dwyer,' said she.
'But Emmett, Dwyer and Tone I'll keep
For I do love them all.
And I'll keep them fresh beside my breast
If all the world should fall.'
G. N. Reddin.
",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,G. N. Reddin,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,The Canvas Man,The Gaelic Revival,The Noble Three,The Old Grey Mare",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/2994e7c0e28d82db0de2c2bba9fc17c7.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1423,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1423,"A Broadside: No. 5 Seventh and Last Year of the Set","Ireland^^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: ""DUBLIN QUAYS"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","October, 1914",,,,,,,,,"SHUILE AGRA
As I roved through my new garden bowers,
To gaze upon the fast fading flowers,
And think upon the happiest hours
That fled in Summer's bloom.
Shuile, shuile, shuile agra,
Time alone can ease my woe;
Since the lad of my heart from me did go
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.
I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel,
When flax is spun I'll sell my wheel,
to buy my love a sword of steel.
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.
I'll dye my petticoat, I'll dye it red
And round the world I'll beg my bread.
That all my friends may wish me dead.
Gotheen mavournneen slaun.
I wish I were on Brandon Hill,
'Tis there I'll sit and cry my fill,
That every tear would turn a mill
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.
No more am I that blooming maid,
That used to rove the valley shade,
My youth and bloom are all decayed,
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.
Shuile, shuile, shuile agra,
Time alone can ease my woe;
Since the lad of my heart from me did go
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.
MY IRISH GIRL
As I roved out one evening down by a river side
Looking all around me an Irish girl I spied,
Red and rosy were her cheeks, gold yellow was her hair
And costly were the robes of gold my Irish girl did wear.
The sort of shoes that my love wore were of a Spanish brown,
The sort of shoes that my love wears were bound all round with span;
Crying, alas! arue! what shall I do, for the loss of sthore machree,
Or must I go and leave my love, or slight my own Molly?
The second time I saw my love, I was sick and very bad,
All the request I asked of her was to tie my weary head.
I seen one as bad as me, but times might mend again,
For love is it a killing thing, did you ever feel the pain.
I wish my love was a red red rose, growing in our garden fair,
And I to be the gardener of her I would take care,
There's not a month throughout the year but my love I would renew,
With flowers fine I'd garnish thine sweetwilliam, thyme and rue.
I wish I was a butterfly I'd light on my love's breast,
If I was a nightingale I'd sing my love to rest,
Or if I was a blue cuckoo I's sing till the morning clear,
I'd sit and sing for you Molly whom I once loved so dear.
I wish I was in Banagher and sitting on the grass,
In my hand a bottle of wine and on my knees a lass,
We'd call for liquors plenty and pay before we'd go,
And we'd roll along the sea my boys let the wind blow high or low. ",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dublin Quays,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,My Irish Girl,Shuile Agra,The Gaelic Revival",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/705a30bbf1fbba5f1d9239f5f4773eb1.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1422,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1422,"A Broadside: No. 4. Seventh and Last year of the Set","Ireland^^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: ""HOOPLA"". Signed by Jack B, Yeats.","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^James Clarence Mangan",,"Cuala Press","September, 1914",,,,,,,,,"THE WOMAN OF THREE COWS
O, Woman of Three Cows, agragh! don't let your tongue thus rattle!
O, don't be saucy, don't be stiff, because you may have cattle.
I have seen - and, here's my hand to you, I only say what's true -
A many a one with twice your stock not half so proud as you.
Good luck to you, don't scorn the poor, and don't be their despiser;
For worldly wealth soon melts away, and cheats the very miser:
And death soon strips the proudest wreath from haughty human brows.
Then don't be stiff, and don't be proud, good Woman of Three Cows!
See where Memonia's heroes lie, proud Owen More's descendants,
'Tis they that won the glorious name, and had the great attendants!
If they were forced to bow to Fate, as every mortal bows,
Can you be proud, and you be stiff, my Woman of Three Cows?
The brave sons of the Lord of Clare, they left the land to mourning;
Movrone! for they were banish'd, with no hope of returning -
Who knows in what abodes of want those youths were driven to house?
Yet you can give yourself these airs, O Woman of Three Cows!
O, think of Donnell of the ships, the Chief whom nothing daunted -
See how he fell in distant Spain, unchronicled, unchanted!
He sleeps, the great O'Sullivan, where thunder cannot rouse -
Then ask yourself, should you be proud, good Woman of Three Cows!
O'Ruark, Maguire, those souls of fire, whose names are shrin'd in story-
Think how their high achievements once made Erin's greatest glory-
Yet now their bones lie mouldering under weeds and cypress boughs,
And so, for all your pride, will yours, O Woman of Three Cows!
Th' O'Carrolls, also, framed when fame was only for the boldest,
Rest in forgotten sepulchres with Erin's best and oldest;
Yet who so great as they of yore in battle or carouse?
Just to think of that, and hide your head, good Woman of Three Cows!
Now, there you go! You still, of course, keep up your scornful bearing,
And I'm too poor to hinder you; but, by the cloak I'm wearing,
If I had but four cows myself, even though you were my spouse,
I'd thwack you well to cure your pride, my Woman of Three Cows!
James Clarence Mangan
",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Hoopla,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,James Clarence Mangan,The Gaelic Revival,The Woman of Three Cows",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/2a85c196fb4e659ff5df2dc89f9abb7e.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1421,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1421,"A Broadside: No. 3. Seventh and Last Year of the Set","Ireland^^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: ""STARTING ON A LONG STAGE"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^Padraic Colum",,"Cuala Press","August, 1914",,,,,,,,,"THE CAPTIVE ARCHER
To-morrow I will bend the bow:
My soul shall have her mark again,
My bosom feel the archer's strain!
No longer pacing to and fro
With listless hands and idle brain:
As goes the arrow, forth I go!
My soul shall have her mark again,
My bosom feel the archer's strain
To-morrow I will bend the bow!
Padraic Colum.
I BUILT A BOWER IN MY BREAST
I once loved a boy, and a bonny, bonny boy,
Who'd come and go at my request;
I loved him so well, and so very, very well,
That I built him a bower in my breast -
In my breast,
That I built him a bower in my breast.
I once loved a boy, and a bonny, bonny boy,
And a boy that I thought was my own;
But he loves another girl better than me,
And has taken his flight and is gone.
And is gone,
And has taken his flight and is gone.
The girl that has taken my own bonny boy,
Let her make of him all that she can,
For whether he loves me or he loves me not,
I'll walk with my love now and then -
Now and then.
I'll walk with my love now and then.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,I Built a Bower in my Breast,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Padraic Colum,Starting on a Long Stage,The Captive Archer,The Gaelic Revival",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/15669151c9089940f712be6079e326ea.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1420,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1420,"A Broadside: No. 2. Seventh and Last Year of the Set","Ireland^^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 RESCUE BOAT"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats, ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","July, 1914",,,,,,,,,"JESSE JAMES
Jesse James was a lad that killed a-many a man;
He robbed the Danville train.
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave.
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward,
I wonder how he does feel,
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed,
Then laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor,
He never would see a man suffer pain;
And with his brother Frank he robbed the Chicago bank,
And stopped the Glendale train.
It was his brother Frank that robbed the Gallatin bank,
And carried the money from the town;
It was in this very place that they had a little race,
For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground.
They went to the crossing not very far from there,
And there they did the same;
With the agent on his knees, he delivered up the keys
To the outlaws, Frank and Jesse James.
It was on Wednesday night, the moon was shining bright,
They robbed the Glendale train;
The people they did say, for many miles away,
It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James.
It was on a Saturday night, Jesse was at home
Talking with his family brave,
Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night
And laid poor Jesse in his grave.
The people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death,
And wondered how he ever came to die,
It was one of the gang called little Robert Ford,
He shot poor Jesse on the sly.
Jesse went to his rest with his hand upon his breast;
The devil will be upon his knee.
He was born one day in the county of Clay
And came from a solitary race.
This song was made by Billy Gashade,
As soon as the news did not arrive;
He said there was no man with the law in his hand
Who could take Jesse James when alive.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Jesse James,The Gaelic Revival,The Rescue Boats",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/1f84feed1a2aff2020c36a38dba600af.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1419,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1419,"A Broadside: No. 1. Seventh and Last Year of the Set","Ireland^^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.
30 copies only.^^The woodcut on page [3] caption: ""THE PAVEMENT ARTIST"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats^^James Clarence Mangan",,"Cuala Press","June, 1914",,,,,,,,,"KATHLEEN NI-HOULIHAN
Long they pine in weary woe, the nobles of our land,
Long they wander, houseless, altarless, they bear the exile's brand;
But their hope is in the coming-to of Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
Think her not a ghastly hag, too hideous to be seen,
Call her not unseemly names, our matchless Kathleen;
Young she is, and fair she is, and would be crowned a queen,
Were the King's son at home here with Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
Sweet and mild would look her face, O none so sweet and mild,
Could she crush the foes by whom her beauty is reviled;
Woollen plaids would grace herself and robes of silk her child,
If the King's son were living here with Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
Sore disgrace it is to see the Arbitress of thrones,
Vassal to a Saxoneen of cold and sapless bones!
Bitter anguish wrings our souls - with heavy sighs and groans
We wait the Young delivered of Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
Let us pray to Him who holds Life's issues in his hands -
Him who formed the mighty globe, with its thousand lands;
Girding them with seas and mountains, rivers deep and strands,
To cast a look of pity upon Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
He, who over sands and waves led Israel along -
He, who fed with heavenly bread, that chosen tribe and throng -
He, who stood with Moses, when his foes were fierce and strong -
May he show forth His might in saving Kathleen Ni-Houlihan.
James Clarence Mangan.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,A Pavement Artist,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,James Clarence Mangan,Kathleen Ni-Houlihan,The Gaelic Revival",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/93bc91725802da1f50781988c466c0c0.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1418,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1418,"A Broadside: No. 12 Sixth Year","Ireland^^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: ""ROULETTE"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","May, 1914",,,,,,,,,"THE LOVE-SICK MAID
The winter it is past,
And the summer's coming at last,
And the small birds sing on every tree;
The hearts of those are glad,
Whilst mine is very sad,
Whilst my true love is absent from me.
I'll put on my cap of black,
And fringe about my neck,
And rings on my fingers I'll wear;
All this I'll undertake,
For my true lover's sake,
For he rides at the Curragh of Kildare.
A livery I'll wear,
And I'll comb down my hair,
And I'll dress in the vlevet so green;
Straightways I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare,
And 'tis there I will get tidings of him.
With patience she did wait,
Till they ran for the plate,
In thinking young Johnston to see;
But Fortune proved unkind
TO that sweetheart of mine,
For he'd gone to Lurgan for me.
I should not think it strange,
The wild world for to range,
If I could obtain my heart's delight;
But here in Cupid's chains
I'm obliged to remain,
Whilst in tears do I spend the whole night.
My love is like the sun,
that in the firmament doth run,
Which is always constant and true;
But yours is like the moon,
That doth wander up and down,
And in every month it's new.
All you that are in love,
And cannot it remove,
For you pitied are by me;
Experience makes me know
That your heart is full of woe,
Since my true love is absent from me.
Farewell, my joy and heart,
Since you and I must part,
You are the fairest that e'er I did see;
And I never do design
For to alter my mind,
Although you are below my degree.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Roulette,The Gaelic Revival,The Love-Sick Maid",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/cc22ced3768a903f29a5e0511cd8bd9f.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1417,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1417,"A Broadside: No. 11 Sixth Year","Ireland^^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 the caption: ""The Death of Lord Edward Fitzgerald in a Dublin Waxworks"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","April, 1914",,,,,,,,,"THE GREEN LINNET
Curiosity bore a young native of Erin
To view the gay banks of the Rhine,
When an Empress he saw, and the robe she was wearing
All over with diamonds did shine;
A goddess in splendour was never yet seen
To equal this fair one so mild and serene,
In soft murmurs she says; my sweet linnet so green,
Are you gone- will I never see you more?
The cold lofty Alps you freely went over,
Which nature had placed in your way,
That Marengo Saloney around you did hover
And Paris did rejoice the next day;
It grieves me the hardships you did undergo,
Over mountains you travelled all covered with snow.
The balance of power your courage laid low,
Are you gone- will I never see you more?
the crowned heads of Europe, when you were in splendour,
Fain would they have you submit,
But the Goddess of Freedom soon bid them surrender,
And lowered the standard to your wit;
Old Frederick's colors in France you did bring,
Yet his offspring found shelter under your wing,
That year in Virginia, you sweetly did sing,
Are you gone - will I never see you more?
That numbers of men are eager to slay you
Their malice you viewed with a smile,
Their gold through all Europe they sowed to betray you
And they joined the Mamelukes on the Nile.
Like ravens for blood their vile passions did burn
The orphans they slew and caused the widow to mourn
They say my linnet's gone and ne'er will return
Is he gone- will I never see him more?
When the trumpet of war the grand blast was sounding,
You marched to the north with good will,
To relieve the poor slaves in their vile sack clothing
You used your exertion and skill;
You spread out the wings of your envied train
While tyrants great Caesar's old nest set in flame,
Their own subjects they caused to eat herbs on the plains,
Are you gone - will I never see you more?
In great Waterloo, where numbers laid sprawling
In every field, high and low,
Fame on her trumpets true Frenchmen were calling,
Fresh laurels to place on her brow;
Usurper did tremble to hear the loud call,
The third old Babe's new buildings did fall,
The Spaniards their fleet in the harbour did call,
Are you gone - I will never see you more?
I'll roam thro' the deserts of wild Abyssinia,
And yet find no cure for my pain;
Will I go and enquire in the isle of St. Helena?
No, we will whisper in vain.
Tell me, you critics, now tell me in time,
The nation I will range my sweet linnet to find,
Was he slain at Waterloo, or Elba, or the Rhine?
If he was - I will never see him more.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,The Death of Lord Edward Fitzgerald in a Dublin Waxworks,The Gaelic Revival,The Green Linnet",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/18d5e4b923d57c2fcf8b11acff7beccc.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0
1416,https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1416,"A Broadside: No. 10 Sixth Year","Ireland^^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 Metropolitan Regatta Dublin"". Signed by Jack B. Yeats. ","E. C. Yeats^^Jack B. Yeats",,"Cuala Press","March, 1914",,,,,,,,,"NORA CREINA
Who are you that walks this way so like the Empress Dejanina?
Is it true what people say, that you're the famous Shilnagirah?
Or are you the great Pompey? or, Britain's Queen, bold Tulbureena?
Or are you Dido, or Doctor Magee? oh no, says she, I'm Nora Creina!
Chorus
I'm the girl that makes the stir from Cork along to Skiberdeena;
All the day we drink strong tea, and whiskey, too, says Nora Criena.
Who are you that ax my name? Othello, Wat Tyler or Julius Caesar?
Or are you Venus, of bright fame? or that old fogy Nebuchadnezzar?
Or maybe you are Pluto Stout, or jolly old Bacchus, drunk and hearty,
There, my lass, your eye is out, for I am Napoleon Bonaparte.
Won't you dine with me today? I'll send for you a horse and crupper,
And, lest you should refuse to stay? I'll tell you who we'll have for supper:
Macgillcuddy of the Reeks, and Donaghue Glen, the Duke of Glo'ster,
Oliver Cromwell and Brian O'Lynn, Cadwallader Waddy and Leslie Foster.
THE TAN-YARD SIDE
I am a rambling hero, by love I am ensnared;
Near to the town of Baltinglass there dwells a comely maid;
She's fairer than Diana bright, she's free from earthly pride,
She's a lovely maid - her dwelling place lies near the tan-yard side.
I stood in meditation, I veiwed her o'er and o'er,
i thought she was Aurora bright, descending down so low;
'No, no, kind sir, I'm a country girl,' she modestly replied,
'I labor daily for my bread down by the tan-yard side.
For twelve long months we courted, till at length we did agree
For to acquaint her parents and married we would be;
Till at length her cruel father to me he proved unkind,
Which makes me sail across the seas and leave my true love behind.
Farewell, my aged parents, and to you I bid adieu;
I'm crossing the main ocean, dear, for the sake of you;
But if ever I return again, I will make you my bride,
And I'll roll you in my arms down by the tan-yard side.",,,,,,Broadside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"A Broadside,Cuala Press,Dublin,Dun Emer,E. C. Yeats,Ireland,Irish Literary Revival,Jack B. Yeats,Nora Creina,The Gaelic Revival,The Metropolitan Regatta Dublin,The Tan-Yard Side",https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/files/original/cc6af2848cea3dfa66bc297772ceba44.pdf,Text,"Cuala Press Broadsides",1,0