A Broadside: No. 1 Sixth Year

Title

A Broadside: No. 1 Sixth 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.
The woodcut on page [3] has caption: "The Villain Dying". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.

Creator

E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
P. J. McCall

Publisher

Cuala Press

Date

June, 1913

Text

THE TIN WARE LASS
One morning as the sun
Had begun
His Royal Coach to run,
I was standing at my door in state,
When adown the old sea road,
With a load
Of tin were deftly stowed,
Came a maiden to our haggard gate.
A red and blue plaid shawl
Clung round her figure tall;
Beneath peeped a petticoat
Like green rye grass.
With a dark bewitching eye,
And a shy
Side glance of humour sly,
Came a greeting
From the Tin Ware Lass.

'D'ye want a kittle, can,
Puddin'-pan,
A gallon, tin, or tay-draw'r?-
'Tis I do have them cheap and fine.'
'Oh, no, my gipsy pride!'
I replied,
'I've yet to win a bride;
And to marry you I much incline!'
'Kind Sir, I see full well
That in plenty you must dwell,
To let can, kittle, puddin'-pan
And tay-draw'r pass!
If for marriage you're inclined,
And your mind
Sets on a maiden kind,
It will not be on a Tin Ware Lass!

'I shall wed with Jerry's son-
He's the one
Can saudher lock of gun,
And make tinnies out of clips and dross!
Or, undaunted Phoenix bold,
That oft sold
An assheen twice as old
As the windmill at Rathangan Cross!
No farmer's homely boy
Could ever make my joy,
For he never would go roving round
With car and ass!
Sure, at home he'd rather stay,
Till, some day,
Would wander far away
The wild spirit of his Tin Ware Lass!'

'My pretty dear!' said I,
'I would try
To keep you as mine eye,
Doubly guarded from all hurt and harm!
Let this tin ware others sell
Come and dwell
With one who loves you well,
In a little house with brown thatch warm!'
'My roof for late or soon
Shall be skies of night or noon,
My fires, sun and moon,
And crystal streams my glass!
My bed the emerald earth;
And my mirth,
Birds singing at the birth
Of the Daisies,' said the Tin Ware Lass.
P. J. McCall.

Original Format

Broadside

Files

061.pdf

Citation

E. C. Yeats, Jack B. Yeats, and P. J. McCall, “A Broadside: No. 1 Sixth Year,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed June 27, 2022, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1407.