A Broadside: No. 12. Seventh and Last Year of the Set
Title
A Broadside: No. 12. Seventh and Last Year of the Set
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 the caption: "THE RACE". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.
Creator
E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
G.N. Reddin
Publisher
Cuala Press
Date
May, 1915
Text
MY LITTLE ROSE
I hear your voice in woods all dark and low
Where nought but friendly winds move to and fro.
My Little Rose.
I hear your voice where storm birds shriek and wail,
And Neptune grasps his club to fight the gale.
My Little Rose.
I hear your voice where streams with music glide
In misty glades where many spirits hide.
My Little Rose.
I'll follow you and do all you decree,
I'll fight for you till I have made you free.
My Little Rose.
So weep no more but feed your heart with hope,
More men shall rise who'll scorn the tyrant's rope.
My Little Rose.
And they shall fight and win your freedom back
And all you had, you'll have, and all you lack.
My Little Rose.
G.N. Reddin.
JIM FARROW
It's Jim Farrow and John Farrow and little Simon, too,
Have plenty of cattle where I have but few.
Marking and branding both night and day, -
It's "Keep still, boys, my boys, and you'll all get your pay."
It's up to the Courthouse, the first thing they know,
Before the Grand Jury they'll have to go.
They'll ask you about ear-marks, they'll ask you about brand,
But tell them you were absent when the work was on hand.
Jim Farrow brands J.F. on the side;
The next comes Johnnie who takes the whole hide;
Little Simon, too, has H. on the loin; -
All stand for Farrow but it's not good for Sime.
You ask for the mark, I don't think it's fair,
You'll find the cow's head but the ear isn't there.
It's a crop and a split and a sort of twine, -
All stand for F. but it's not good for Sime.
"Get up, my boys," Jim Farrow will say,
"And go out to horse hunting before it is day."
So we get up and are out on the way
But it's damn few horses we find before day.
Now saddle your horses and out on the peaks
To see if the heifers are out on the creeks."
We'll round em to-day and we'll round 'em to-morrow,
And this ends my song concerning the Farrows.
I hear your voice in woods all dark and low
Where nought but friendly winds move to and fro.
My Little Rose.
I hear your voice where storm birds shriek and wail,
And Neptune grasps his club to fight the gale.
My Little Rose.
I hear your voice where streams with music glide
In misty glades where many spirits hide.
My Little Rose.
I'll follow you and do all you decree,
I'll fight for you till I have made you free.
My Little Rose.
So weep no more but feed your heart with hope,
More men shall rise who'll scorn the tyrant's rope.
My Little Rose.
And they shall fight and win your freedom back
And all you had, you'll have, and all you lack.
My Little Rose.
G.N. Reddin.
JIM FARROW
It's Jim Farrow and John Farrow and little Simon, too,
Have plenty of cattle where I have but few.
Marking and branding both night and day, -
It's "Keep still, boys, my boys, and you'll all get your pay."
It's up to the Courthouse, the first thing they know,
Before the Grand Jury they'll have to go.
They'll ask you about ear-marks, they'll ask you about brand,
But tell them you were absent when the work was on hand.
Jim Farrow brands J.F. on the side;
The next comes Johnnie who takes the whole hide;
Little Simon, too, has H. on the loin; -
All stand for Farrow but it's not good for Sime.
You ask for the mark, I don't think it's fair,
You'll find the cow's head but the ear isn't there.
It's a crop and a split and a sort of twine, -
All stand for F. but it's not good for Sime.
"Get up, my boys," Jim Farrow will say,
"And go out to horse hunting before it is day."
So we get up and are out on the way
But it's damn few horses we find before day.
Now saddle your horses and out on the peaks
To see if the heifers are out on the creeks."
We'll round em to-day and we'll round 'em to-morrow,
And this ends my song concerning the Farrows.
Original Format
Broadside
Files
Citation
E. C. Yeats, Jack B. Yeats, and G.N. Reddin, “A Broadside: No. 12. Seventh and Last Year of the Set,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed April 19, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1430.