A Broadside: No. 11 Fourth Year

A Broadside: No. 11 Fourth 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: "A WESTERN OCEAN BEACH". Signed by Jack B. Yeats,

E. C. Yeats

Jack B. Yeats

Padraic Colum

Cuala Press

April, 1912

THE LONE WOMAN
When sleep would settle on me,
Like the wild bird down on the nest
The wind tears out of the West.
It batters the door, maybe,
And chases away my rest
When sleep would settle on me.

Oul' man, you built on the lea
Your house, and its door to the sea
With every bad tool in the chest.
Ochon, there's the wind on my breast,
It tears at the door, d'ye see
And batters away my rest,
When sleep would settle on me,
Like the wild bird down on the nest!
Oul' man, may you lie with the blest!
Padraic Colum

A LONG TIME AGO
(Hilliards Chanty)
A long, long time, and a long time ago,
To me way hay, Ohio;
A long, long time, and a long time ago,
A long time ago.

A Smart Yankee packet lay out in the bay,
To me way hay, Ohio;
A-waiting for a fair wind to get under way,
A long time ago.

With all her poor sailors all sick and all sore,
To me way hay, Ohio;
For they'd drunk all their lime-juice, and could get no more,
A long time ago.

With all her poor sailors all sick and all sad,
To me way hay, Ohio;
For they'd drunk all their lime-juice, and no more could be had,
A long time ago.

She was waiting for a fair wind to get under way,
To me way hay, Ohio;
She was waiting for a fair wind to get under way,
A long time ago.

If she hasn't had a fair wind she's lying there still,
To me way hay, Ohio;
If she hasn't had a fair wind she's lying there still,
A long time ago.

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