A Broadside: No. 11 Third Year

A Broadside: No. 11 Third 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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E. C. Yeats

Jack B. Yeats

Cuala Press

April, 1911

TREASURE
A down a down a derry,
It's far to Prince's Pier
And pay-day's once a year.
So how can we be merry
A-fisting canvas here?

As Theodore pulled on his trews,
(Oh ho the Gara River)
The scarlet trews that pirates use
To make the merchants shiver.

He found a purse in the lining stuck,
(Aha the main top bowling)
Which he had sneaked from a negro buck
The last time they were coaling.

He sang, he danced, he merrily hallooed,
A down a down a derry;
'Oh a penny saved is a penny to the good,
And therefore let's be merry.'

UP!
A Vernal ODE

'Tis spring- and blithe from spray to spray
The winged musicians hop,
Uniting in a roundelay
As if they all were - Up.

Each plant erects its pendent head,
Each flower expands its cup;
The very weeds in every bed
Set impudently - Up.

There's not a tree in wood or grove
That waves its branchy top,
Which does not hoist the badge of love
And union boldly - Up.

The brambles on the highway side,
A numerous, hardy crop,
So long kept down by winter's pride,
Spring amicably - Up.

The tenants of the crystal stream
Their heads above it pop!
As if they wanted to exclaim,
'See, Neighbours, we are - Up.'

Each hill now cocks its crest on high
As any martial fop,
While every valley seems to cry,
'Come down, and help us - Up.'

The progress of this rising rage,
No human power can stop-
Then, Tyrants, cease your war to wage;
FOR NATURE WILL BE- Up.

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