A Broadside: No. 10 Sixth Year
Title
A Broadside: No. 10 Sixth Year
Subject
Ireland
Cuala Press
A Broadside
The Gaelic Revival
Irish Literary 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 Metropolitan Regatta Dublin". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.
Creator
E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
Publisher
Cuala Press
Date
March, 1914
Text
NORA CREINA
Who are you that walks this way so like the Empress Dejanina?
Is it true what people say, that you're the famous Shilnagirah?
Or are you the great Pompey? or, Britain's Queen, bold Tulbureena?
Or are you Dido, or Doctor Magee? oh no, says she, I'm Nora Creina!
Chorus
I'm the girl that makes the stir from Cork along to Skiberdeena;
All the day we drink strong tea, and whiskey, too, says Nora Criena.
Who are you that ax my name? Othello, Wat Tyler or Julius Caesar?
Or are you Venus, of bright fame? or that old fogy Nebuchadnezzar?
Or maybe you are Pluto Stout, or jolly old Bacchus, drunk and hearty,
There, my lass, your eye is out, for I am Napoleon Bonaparte.
Won't you dine with me today? I'll send for you a horse and crupper,
And, lest you should refuse to stay? I'll tell you who we'll have for supper:
Macgillcuddy of the Reeks, and Donaghue Glen, the Duke of Glo'ster,
Oliver Cromwell and Brian O'Lynn, Cadwallader Waddy and Leslie Foster.
THE TAN-YARD SIDE
I am a rambling hero, by love I am ensnared;
Near to the town of Baltinglass there dwells a comely maid;
She's fairer than Diana bright, she's free from earthly pride,
She's a lovely maid - her dwelling place lies near the tan-yard side.
I stood in meditation, I veiwed her o'er and o'er,
i thought she was Aurora bright, descending down so low;
'No, no, kind sir, I'm a country girl,' she modestly replied,
'I labor daily for my bread down by the tan-yard side.
For twelve long months we courted, till at length we did agree
For to acquaint her parents and married we would be;
Till at length her cruel father to me he proved unkind,
Which makes me sail across the seas and leave my true love behind.
Farewell, my aged parents, and to you I bid adieu;
I'm crossing the main ocean, dear, for the sake of you;
But if ever I return again, I will make you my bride,
And I'll roll you in my arms down by the tan-yard side.
Who are you that walks this way so like the Empress Dejanina?
Is it true what people say, that you're the famous Shilnagirah?
Or are you the great Pompey? or, Britain's Queen, bold Tulbureena?
Or are you Dido, or Doctor Magee? oh no, says she, I'm Nora Creina!
Chorus
I'm the girl that makes the stir from Cork along to Skiberdeena;
All the day we drink strong tea, and whiskey, too, says Nora Criena.
Who are you that ax my name? Othello, Wat Tyler or Julius Caesar?
Or are you Venus, of bright fame? or that old fogy Nebuchadnezzar?
Or maybe you are Pluto Stout, or jolly old Bacchus, drunk and hearty,
There, my lass, your eye is out, for I am Napoleon Bonaparte.
Won't you dine with me today? I'll send for you a horse and crupper,
And, lest you should refuse to stay? I'll tell you who we'll have for supper:
Macgillcuddy of the Reeks, and Donaghue Glen, the Duke of Glo'ster,
Oliver Cromwell and Brian O'Lynn, Cadwallader Waddy and Leslie Foster.
THE TAN-YARD SIDE
I am a rambling hero, by love I am ensnared;
Near to the town of Baltinglass there dwells a comely maid;
She's fairer than Diana bright, she's free from earthly pride,
She's a lovely maid - her dwelling place lies near the tan-yard side.
I stood in meditation, I veiwed her o'er and o'er,
i thought she was Aurora bright, descending down so low;
'No, no, kind sir, I'm a country girl,' she modestly replied,
'I labor daily for my bread down by the tan-yard side.
For twelve long months we courted, till at length we did agree
For to acquaint her parents and married we would be;
Till at length her cruel father to me he proved unkind,
Which makes me sail across the seas and leave my true love behind.
Farewell, my aged parents, and to you I bid adieu;
I'm crossing the main ocean, dear, for the sake of you;
But if ever I return again, I will make you my bride,
And I'll roll you in my arms down by the tan-yard side.
Original Format
Broadside
Files
Collection
Citation
E. C. Yeats and Jack B. Yeats, “A Broadside: No. 10 Sixth Year,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed November 21, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1416.