Everything That Is Bad, The Falling Sickness

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.

It Takes Madness To Find Out Madness.

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.

Ah, I Am Thinking People Put More In Their Prayers Than Was Ever Put In Them By God.

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.