A Broadside: No. 2 Second Year

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.
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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.

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