A Broadside: No. 9 Fifth Year
Title
A Broadside: No. 9 Fifth Year
Subject
Ireland
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: "THE FORESTER". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.
Creator
E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
Publisher
Cuala Press
Date
February, 1913
Text
THE BOYS OF MULLABAUN
On a Monday morning early as my wandering steps did lead me,
Down by a farmer's station through the meadows and green lawns,
I heard great lamentations, the small birds they were making,
Saying, 'We'll have no more engagements with the Boys of Mullabaun.'
Squire Jackson he is raging for honor and for fame,
He never turned traitor nor betrayed the rights of man,
But now we are in danger, for a vile decieving stranger
Has ordered transportation for the Boys of Mullabaun.
I beg your pardon, ladies, I ask it as a favor,
I hope there is no treason in what I'm ging to say,
I'm condoling late and early, my very heart is breaking
For a noble esquire's lady that lives near Mullabaun.
To end my lamentation, I am in costernation,
No one can roam for recreation, until the day do dawn;
Without a hesitation, we're charged with combination
And sent for transportation with the Boys of Mullabaun.
THE LAMBS ON THE GREEN HILLS STOOD GAZING ON ME
The Lambs on the green hills stood gazing on me,
And many strawberries grew round the salt sea,
And many strawberries grew round the salt sea,
And many a ship sailed the ocean.
The bride and bride's party to church they did go,
The bride she rode foremost, she bears the best show,
But I followed after with my heart full of woe,
To see my love wed to another.
The first place I seen her 'twas in the church stand,
Gold rings on her finger and love by the hand,
Says I 'My wee lassie, I will be the man
Although you are wed to another.'
The next place I seen her was on the way home
I ran on before her, not knowing where to roam;
Says I 'My wee lassie I'll be by your side
Although you are wed to another.'
The next place I seen her was on the way home
I ran on before her, not knowing where to roam;
Says I 'My wee lassie I'll be by your side
Although you are wed to another.'
The next place I seen her 'twas laid in bride's bed,
I jumped in beside her and did kiss the bride.
'Stop, stop' said the groomsman 'till I speak a word,
Will you venture your life on the point of me sword?'
For courting so slowly you're lost this fair maid,
So begone, for you'll never enjoy her.'
Oh make my grave then both large, wide and deep,
And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet
And lay me down in it to take my last sleep,
For that's the best way to forget her.
On a Monday morning early as my wandering steps did lead me,
Down by a farmer's station through the meadows and green lawns,
I heard great lamentations, the small birds they were making,
Saying, 'We'll have no more engagements with the Boys of Mullabaun.'
Squire Jackson he is raging for honor and for fame,
He never turned traitor nor betrayed the rights of man,
But now we are in danger, for a vile decieving stranger
Has ordered transportation for the Boys of Mullabaun.
I beg your pardon, ladies, I ask it as a favor,
I hope there is no treason in what I'm ging to say,
I'm condoling late and early, my very heart is breaking
For a noble esquire's lady that lives near Mullabaun.
To end my lamentation, I am in costernation,
No one can roam for recreation, until the day do dawn;
Without a hesitation, we're charged with combination
And sent for transportation with the Boys of Mullabaun.
THE LAMBS ON THE GREEN HILLS STOOD GAZING ON ME
The Lambs on the green hills stood gazing on me,
And many strawberries grew round the salt sea,
And many strawberries grew round the salt sea,
And many a ship sailed the ocean.
The bride and bride's party to church they did go,
The bride she rode foremost, she bears the best show,
But I followed after with my heart full of woe,
To see my love wed to another.
The first place I seen her 'twas in the church stand,
Gold rings on her finger and love by the hand,
Says I 'My wee lassie, I will be the man
Although you are wed to another.'
The next place I seen her was on the way home
I ran on before her, not knowing where to roam;
Says I 'My wee lassie I'll be by your side
Although you are wed to another.'
The next place I seen her was on the way home
I ran on before her, not knowing where to roam;
Says I 'My wee lassie I'll be by your side
Although you are wed to another.'
The next place I seen her 'twas laid in bride's bed,
I jumped in beside her and did kiss the bride.
'Stop, stop' said the groomsman 'till I speak a word,
Will you venture your life on the point of me sword?'
For courting so slowly you're lost this fair maid,
So begone, for you'll never enjoy her.'
Oh make my grave then both large, wide and deep,
And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet
And lay me down in it to take my last sleep,
For that's the best way to forget her.
Original Format
Broadside
Files
Collection
Citation
E. C. Yeats and Jack B. Yeats, “A Broadside: No. 9 Fifth Year,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed April 23, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1403.