The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves Songs of the Gael a Gaelic Story Tel
The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves Songs of the Gael a Gaelic Story Tel
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Five minutes no more you allowed to that mile, Then into the cabin you'd swing through the stile, Catch and kiss the good widdy wid a wonderful smack Before she well knew that her boyo was back. Then down to the milk and the murphies you'd sit, While the dog wagged his tail and looked up for a bit, And the thief of a cat on the table sprang up, Knowin' well you could never refuse her a sup ; For the proverb runs true to my thinkin', at laste " That man's a good man that's the friend of the bast...e. " Well, I've hinted that even as home through the grass Mistress Nora went trippin' direct out of Mass, Across the girl's mind there'd be sure for to steal Some notion or other of Patrick O'Neale.
75 A Gaelic Story-Telling Now wasn't that strange, for though sweethearts for ever, Yerra ! yes, though the best of the boys on The River, From the Captain commandin' the Bay wid his cutter To the proudest on shore, they were all in a flutter. Though a huckster might furnish three iligant stalls Wid the brooches and bonnets, the dresses and shawls That the cleverest courters from far and from near Had given her, galore, at each fair in the year ; Though none who'd not seen it could have any iday Of the spring trout and salmon they sent her on Friday ; Though they put her the question in every way out In poems so romantic or merely by mout', In English and Irish and as I've heard tell, One bould hedge-schoolmaster in Latin as well And though, which you'll count the most curious of all, Not a look nor a word had he ever let fall That could lave her the laste right in raison to feel She'd put the comether on Patrick O'Neale P'r'aps now 'twas jealousy vexed her to-day, To see Patrick funnin' wid Fanny O'Shea, Or to meet him to-morrow, the full of his cap Of purple whorts pourin' in Mary Moore's lap ; While his manners to her were so courtly and grand, Holdin' out on the crops wid his hat in his hand, Or discussin' her cows wid a dignity such as A Prince of the Blood would employ to a Duchess ; Or perhaps 'twas the pride, that wid Nora was high That of all who were soft on her sorra a boy, For looks or for manners could match wid O'Neale And yet his the one heart that the girl couldn't steal.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Five minutes no more you allowed to that mile, Then into the cabin you'd swing through the stile, Catch and kiss the good widdy wid a wonderful smack Before she well knew that her boyo was back. Then down to the milk and the murphies you'd sit, While the dog wagged his tail and looked up for a bit, And the thief of a cat on the table sprang up, Knowin' well you could never refuse her a sup ; For the proverb runs true to my thinkin', at laste " That man's a good man that's the friend of the bast...e. " Well, I've hinted that even as home through the grass Mistress Nora went trippin' direct out of Mass, Across the girl's mind there'd be sure for to steal Some notion or other of Patrick O'Neale.
75 A Gaelic Story-Telling Now wasn't that strange, for though sweethearts for ever, Yerra ! yes, though the best of the boys on The River, From the Captain commandin' the Bay wid his cutter To the proudest on shore, they were all in a flutter. Though a huckster might furnish three iligant stalls Wid the brooches and bonnets, the dresses and shawls That the cleverest courters from far and from near Had given her, galore, at each fair in the year ; Though none who'd not seen it could have any iday Of the spring trout and salmon they sent her on Friday ; Though they put her the question in every way out In poems so romantic or merely by mout', In English and Irish and as I've heard tell, One bould hedge-schoolmaster in Latin as well And though, which you'll count the most curious of all, Not a look nor a word had he ever let fall That could lave her the laste right in raison to feel She'd put the comether on Patrick O'Neale P'r'aps now 'twas jealousy vexed her to-day, To see Patrick funnin' wid Fanny O'Shea, Or to meet him to-morrow, the full of his cap Of purple whorts pourin' in Mary Moore's lap ; While his manners to her were so courtly and grand, Holdin' out on the crops wid his hat in his hand, Or discussin' her cows wid a dignity such as A Prince of the Blood would employ to a Duchess ; Or perhaps 'twas the pride, that wid Nora was high That of all who were soft on her sorra a boy, For looks or for manners could match wid O'Neale And yet his the one heart that the girl couldn't steal.
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