Ah, I Am Thinking People Put More

In My Childhood There Was Every Year At My Old Home, Roxborough, Or, As It Is Called In Irish, Cregroostha, A Great Sheep-shearing That Lasted Many Days. On The Last Evening There Was Always A Dance For The Shearers And Their Helpers, And Two Pipers Used To Sit On Chairs Placed On A Corn-bin To Make Music For The Dance.

The Time The Moon Is Going Back, The Blood That Is In A Person Does Be Weakening, But When The Moon Is Strong, The Blood That Moves Strong In The Same Way. And It To Be At The Full, It Drags The Wits Along With It, The Same As It Drags The Tide.

Thomas Davis Was A Great Man Where Poetry Is Concerned, And A Better Than Thomas Moore. All Over Ireland His Poetry Is, And He Would Have Done Other Things But That He Died Young.

I Said, In Talking, That I Felt More And More The Time Wasted That Was Not Spent In Ireland.

It Was At Inver Slane, To The North Of Leinster, The Sons Of Gaedhal Of The Shining Armour, The Very Gentle, That Were Called Afterwards The Sons Of The Gael, Made Their First Attempt To Land In Ireland To Avenge Ith, One Of Their Race That Had Come There One Time And Had Met With His Death.