A Broadside: No. 10 Second Year
Title
A Broadside: No. 10 Second Year
Subject
Ireland
Dun Emer Press
Cuala Press
A Broadside
Irish Literary Revival
The Gaelic Revival
Description
PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN , DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only.
300 copies only.
The woodcut on page [3] has caption: "Greenford Races". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.
Creator
E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
Seumas O'Sullivan
Publisher
Cuala Press
Date
March, 1910
Text
FUNERALS
As I go down Glasnevin way
The funerals pass me day by day:
Stately, sombre, stepping slow
The white-plumed funeral horses go,
With coaches crawling in their wake
A long and slow black-glittering snake.
(Inside of every crawling yoke
Silent cronies sit and smoke)
Evermore as I grow thinner,
Day after day without a dinner;
Every day, as I go down,
I meet the funerals leaving town.
Soon my procession will be on view
A hearse and maybe a coach or two.
Seumas O'Sullivan
THE COTTAGERS DAUGHTER
Ah! tell me ye swains, have you seen my Pastora?
O say, have you met the sweet nymph in your way?
Transcendant as Venus, and blythe as Aurora,
From Neptune's bed rising to hail the new day.
Forlorn do I wander and long time have sought her,
The fairest, the rarest, for ever my theme;
A Goddess in form, though a cottager's daughter
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
Of Aln's winding stream, of Aln's winding stream,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
The lordlings so gay, and young squires have sought her,
To link her fair hand in the conjugal chain,
Devoid of ambition that cottager's daughter
Convinced them their flattery and offers were vain.
When first I beheld her, I fondly besought her,
My heart did her homage, and love was her theme;
She vow'd to be mine, the sweet cottager's daughter,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding.
Then, why thus alone does she leave me to languish?
Pastora to splendour could ne'er yield her hand;
Ah no! she returns to remove my fond anguish,
O'er her heart love and truth retain the command.
The wealth of Golconda could never have bought her,
For love, truth and constancy, still is her theme.
Then give me kind Hymen, the cottager's daughter,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream,
Of Aln's winding stream, of Aln's winding stream,
A Goddess in form tho' a cottager's daughter,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
As I go down Glasnevin way
The funerals pass me day by day:
Stately, sombre, stepping slow
The white-plumed funeral horses go,
With coaches crawling in their wake
A long and slow black-glittering snake.
(Inside of every crawling yoke
Silent cronies sit and smoke)
Evermore as I grow thinner,
Day after day without a dinner;
Every day, as I go down,
I meet the funerals leaving town.
Soon my procession will be on view
A hearse and maybe a coach or two.
Seumas O'Sullivan
THE COTTAGERS DAUGHTER
Ah! tell me ye swains, have you seen my Pastora?
O say, have you met the sweet nymph in your way?
Transcendant as Venus, and blythe as Aurora,
From Neptune's bed rising to hail the new day.
Forlorn do I wander and long time have sought her,
The fairest, the rarest, for ever my theme;
A Goddess in form, though a cottager's daughter
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
Of Aln's winding stream, of Aln's winding stream,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
The lordlings so gay, and young squires have sought her,
To link her fair hand in the conjugal chain,
Devoid of ambition that cottager's daughter
Convinced them their flattery and offers were vain.
When first I beheld her, I fondly besought her,
My heart did her homage, and love was her theme;
She vow'd to be mine, the sweet cottager's daughter,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding.
Then, why thus alone does she leave me to languish?
Pastora to splendour could ne'er yield her hand;
Ah no! she returns to remove my fond anguish,
O'er her heart love and truth retain the command.
The wealth of Golconda could never have bought her,
For love, truth and constancy, still is her theme.
Then give me kind Hymen, the cottager's daughter,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream,
Of Aln's winding stream, of Aln's winding stream,
A Goddess in form tho' a cottager's daughter,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
Original Format
Broadside
Files
Collection
Citation
E. C. Yeats, Jack B. Yeats, and Seumas O'Sullivan, “A Broadside: No. 10 Second Year,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed April 18, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1368.