A Broadside: No. 7 Third Year
Title
A Broadside: No. 7 Third 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.
Creator
E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
Publisher
Cuala Press
Date
December, 1910
Text
A LONGFORD BALLAD
I went out in the evening my sweetheart to find,
I stood by her cottage window as well I do mind;
I stood by her cottage window, and I thought I would get in,
But instead of pleasure for me, my sorrows did begin.
Fine colour had my darling though it was not me was there,
I did not sit beside her, but inside there was a pair.
I stood outside her window, most like a motherless foal,
And I waited till my own name was brought across the coals.
Here's a health unto the blackbird that sings upon the tree,
And here's to the willy wagtail that goes the road with me.
Here's a health unto my darling and to them she makes her own,
She's deserving of good company - for me I have got none.
My love she is proper and handsome and tall,
For wit and for behaviour she's foremost of them all.
She says she is in no way bound, that with me she'll go free,
But my love has too many lovers to have any love for me.
THE TIME OF DAY
An Irish Captain of Dragoons one day in Oxford town,
Invited jovial friends to dine at the sign of the Crown,
Three English Dandies they came in and sat down to drink wine,
Saying, 'Ma'am, have you got roast beef, we all came here to dine?'
The Landlady made answer, saying, 'It's surely just bespoke,
We've got an Isish gentleman.' 'On him we'll play some joke.
Tell him John Bull must get the beef, let it be lean or fat,
Good murphies, butter and salt fish will answer for Irish Pat.'
One of the lads pulled out a watch, to the waiter he did say,
'Take this up to Irish Pat, let him know the time of day.'
The waiter informed the Captain, 'give me the watch,' said he
'And I'll let them know the time of day and that immediately.'
'Tis with a case of pistols and a small sword by his side,
He thundered out a mighty oath, 'I will take down their pride.'
In entering in into the room 'O gentlemen,' he did say,
'Where is the poor blind man that wants to know the time of day?'
Instantly he drew his sword, 'I always was inclined
To help a poor man in distress, particular the blind;
'Tis with this insturment of steel I mean I'll let you see
I've got a pair of spectacles will answer for him and me.'
Those cowards they hung down their heads and now they shook with fear,
One of those lads exclaiming, 'There's no such person here,'
In turning to the waiter, the Captain he did say,
'I think I may hold the watch for the owner is gone away.'
The dinner was got ready, upstairs the Captain goes,
You'd laugh to see the apish tricks of those three English foes;
Gaping at one another and biting their nails,
Till at length they all departed like dogs that lost their tails.
I went out in the evening my sweetheart to find,
I stood by her cottage window as well I do mind;
I stood by her cottage window, and I thought I would get in,
But instead of pleasure for me, my sorrows did begin.
Fine colour had my darling though it was not me was there,
I did not sit beside her, but inside there was a pair.
I stood outside her window, most like a motherless foal,
And I waited till my own name was brought across the coals.
Here's a health unto the blackbird that sings upon the tree,
And here's to the willy wagtail that goes the road with me.
Here's a health unto my darling and to them she makes her own,
She's deserving of good company - for me I have got none.
My love she is proper and handsome and tall,
For wit and for behaviour she's foremost of them all.
She says she is in no way bound, that with me she'll go free,
But my love has too many lovers to have any love for me.
THE TIME OF DAY
An Irish Captain of Dragoons one day in Oxford town,
Invited jovial friends to dine at the sign of the Crown,
Three English Dandies they came in and sat down to drink wine,
Saying, 'Ma'am, have you got roast beef, we all came here to dine?'
The Landlady made answer, saying, 'It's surely just bespoke,
We've got an Isish gentleman.' 'On him we'll play some joke.
Tell him John Bull must get the beef, let it be lean or fat,
Good murphies, butter and salt fish will answer for Irish Pat.'
One of the lads pulled out a watch, to the waiter he did say,
'Take this up to Irish Pat, let him know the time of day.'
The waiter informed the Captain, 'give me the watch,' said he
'And I'll let them know the time of day and that immediately.'
'Tis with a case of pistols and a small sword by his side,
He thundered out a mighty oath, 'I will take down their pride.'
In entering in into the room 'O gentlemen,' he did say,
'Where is the poor blind man that wants to know the time of day?'
Instantly he drew his sword, 'I always was inclined
To help a poor man in distress, particular the blind;
'Tis with this insturment of steel I mean I'll let you see
I've got a pair of spectacles will answer for him and me.'
Those cowards they hung down their heads and now they shook with fear,
One of those lads exclaiming, 'There's no such person here,'
In turning to the waiter, the Captain he did say,
'I think I may hold the watch for the owner is gone away.'
The dinner was got ready, upstairs the Captain goes,
You'd laugh to see the apish tricks of those three English foes;
Gaping at one another and biting their nails,
Till at length they all departed like dogs that lost their tails.
Original Format
Broadside
Files
Collection
Citation
E. C. Yeats and Jack B. Yeats, “A Broadside: No. 7 Third Year,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed April 20, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1377.