There Is No Sin Coveting

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.

Well, There's No One At All, They Do Be Saying, But Is Deserving Of Some Punishment From The Very Minute Of His Birth.

There Is Many A Man Without Learning Will Get The Better Of A College-bred Man, And Will Have Better Words, Too.

Irish History Having Been Forbidden In Schools, Has Been, To A Great Extent, Learned From Raftery's Poems By The People Of Mayo, Where He Was Born, And Of Galway, Where He Spent His Later Years.

As To The Old History Of Ireland, The First Man Ever Died In Ireland Was Partholan, And He Is Buried, And His Greyhound Along With Him, At Some Place In Kerry.