At Casey’s After Mass (John O Brien Poems)
There's a weather-beaten sign-post where the track turns towards the west,Through the tall, white, slender timber, in the land i ...
There's a weather-beaten sign-post where the track turns towards the west,Through the tall, white, slender timber, in the land i ...
No, you don't quite get the meaning when the fun is at its heightWith the neighbours at the breakfast, and ...
The presbytery has gone to pot since this house-keeper came;She's up-to-date and stylish; but the place is not the sameSince ...
We meet him first in frills immersed,By everyone caressed and nursed, A bonny baby-rather!But, though they please his every whim,Fill up ...
When the circus came to townWith its coaches and four, and its steeds galore, And a band and a painted clown,Out ...
Now McEvoy was altar-boyAs long as I remember;He was, bedad, a crabbed lad,And sixty come December.Faith, no one dared to ...
The hawker with his tilted cart pulled up beside the fence,And opened out his wondrous mart with startling eloquence;All sorts ...
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