A Broadside: No. 4. Seventh and Last year of the Set

Title

A Broadside: No. 4. Seventh and Last year of the Set

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.
The woodcut on page [3] has caption: "HOOPLA". Signed by Jack B, Yeats.

Creator

E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
James Clarence Mangan

Publisher

Cuala Press

Date

September, 1914

Text

THE WOMAN OF THREE COWS
O, Woman of Three Cows, agragh! don't let your tongue thus rattle!
O, don't be saucy, don't be stiff, because you may have cattle.
I have seen - and, here's my hand to you, I only say what's true -
A many a one with twice your stock not half so proud as you.

Good luck to you, don't scorn the poor, and don't be their despiser;
For worldly wealth soon melts away, and cheats the very miser:
And death soon strips the proudest wreath from haughty human brows.
Then don't be stiff, and don't be proud, good Woman of Three Cows!

See where Memonia's heroes lie, proud Owen More's descendants,
'Tis they that won the glorious name, and had the great attendants!
If they were forced to bow to Fate, as every mortal bows,
Can you be proud, and you be stiff, my Woman of Three Cows?

The brave sons of the Lord of Clare, they left the land to mourning;
Movrone! for they were banish'd, with no hope of returning -
Who knows in what abodes of want those youths were driven to house?
Yet you can give yourself these airs, O Woman of Three Cows!

O, think of Donnell of the ships, the Chief whom nothing daunted -
See how he fell in distant Spain, unchronicled, unchanted!
He sleeps, the great O'Sullivan, where thunder cannot rouse -
Then ask yourself, should you be proud, good Woman of Three Cows!

O'Ruark, Maguire, those souls of fire, whose names are shrin'd in story-
Think how their high achievements once made Erin's greatest glory-
Yet now their bones lie mouldering under weeds and cypress boughs,
And so, for all your pride, will yours, O Woman of Three Cows!

Th' O'Carrolls, also, framed when fame was only for the boldest,
Rest in forgotten sepulchres with Erin's best and oldest;
Yet who so great as they of yore in battle or carouse?
Just to think of that, and hide your head, good Woman of Three Cows!

Now, there you go! You still, of course, keep up your scornful bearing,
And I'm too poor to hinder you; but, by the cloak I'm wearing,
If I had but four cows myself, even though you were my spouse,
I'd thwack you well to cure your pride, my Woman of Three Cows!
James Clarence Mangan

Original Format

Broadside

Files

077.pdf

Citation

E. C. Yeats, Jack B. Yeats, and James Clarence Mangan, “A Broadside: No. 4. Seventh and Last year of the Set,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed August 11, 2022, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1422.