A Broadside: No. 9

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.
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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

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