You churl, I'll maintain
My father built Lusk,
The castle of Slane,

And Carrick Drumrusk:

The Earl of Kildare,

And Moynalta his brother,
As great as they are,

I was nurst by their mother. *

A bhodaigh as è mathairse,

Chuir mainister na Bùille suas,
Sligeach is Gaillimh is

Carruig Dhrum-Rusga fòs.

'Se Jarla Chilldara,

Agus biatach Mhuighnealta,
Doil agus daltrom me

Fiosraidth do Mhòir.

Leagaidh an tâmad sin
Buailidh an stràmeàd sin,

Cick an sa tarr is

Cuff an sa tsroin.

Cia toigan talamsa?

Ar sa aon don eaglais, Ag eirgidh na sheasamh, 'Sa bagart go mòr.

* It is the custom in Ireland to call nurses, foster-moth their husbands, foster-fathers; and their children, foster

alicia fact appears

Down from her window in the sky,
Her spots are gone, her visage clears.

'Twixt earthly females and the moon,
All parallels exactly run:

If Celia should appear too soon,

Alas, the nymph would be undone !!!!

He brought no holy water,

The riot to charm;
But a switch, for the matter
Scarce so thick as his arm.

While he deem'd them all quell'd,
This churchman so able,
By a back-stroke was fell'd,
Like a log on the table.

Next up got a friar

To appease these rude members;
But was pitched cross the fire

With his breech on the embers.

While loudly he hollowed,

"Would you match you with me,
Who my studies have followed
At Rome beyond sea.”

While you thrum'd old ballads,

Sitting squat like a boor;

With potatoes for sallads,
In the bog of Shiemoor.

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