A Broadside: No. 8 Second Year

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.

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