The Harp of Erin Containing the Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Dermody. In Two Volumes |
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WILL GORMAN,
THE KILLEIGH WEAVER.
A piteous elegy, indeed,
Endited sad on gabbling Gorman;
Who, from his loom and shuttle freed,
Took voyage for the Stygian shore, man.
Endited sad on gabbling Gorman;
Who, from his loom and shuttle freed,
Took voyage for the Stygian shore, man.
So dapper was he in his size,
That midnight gossips would surmise
Some fay did blind his mother's eyes,
And stint him short;
Yet would he merry tales devise
With mickle sport.
That midnight gossips would surmise
Some fay did blind his mother's eyes,
And stint him short;
Yet would he merry tales devise
With mickle sport.
The Killeigh Mercury he was,
To pen songs on the corner-cross;
Or lay them on the pump across,
With cautious look.
I'faith, we have a piteous loss,
Since he forsook.
To pen songs on the corner-cross;
Or lay them on the pump across,
With cautious look.
I'faith, we have a piteous loss,
Since he forsook.
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When o'er his loom the great mon
sat,
He'd verses make on this or that,
On Norah's stockings, Nelly's hat,
Or Nancy's garters;
Or satires pen black as my hat,
And cut in quarters.
He'd verses make on this or that,
On Norah's stockings, Nelly's hat,
Or Nancy's garters;
Or satires pen black as my hat,
And cut in quarters.
Not Hudibras himself was greater
In forging Babylonish metre;
Rebus he'd fix on any creature,
And ne'er the worse:
I think his numscull was completer
Stor'd than his purse.
In forging Babylonish metre;
Rebus he'd fix on any creature,
And ne'er the worse:
I think his numscull was completer
Stor'd than his purse.
Know then (for him you'll ne'er ken more, man),
Here lies the shell-work of Will Gorman.
Here lies the shell-work of Will Gorman.
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