It's Best Make Changes Little By Little,

Every Day In The Year There Comes Some Malice Into The World, And Where It Comes From Is No Good Place.

It Is Better To Be Tied To Any Thorny Bush Than To Be With A Cross Man.

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.

It Was On The First Day Of Beltaine, That Is Called Now May Day, The Tuatha De Danaan Came, And It Was To The North-west Of Connacht They Landed. But The Firbolgs, The Men Of The Bag, That Were In Ireland Before Them, And That Had Come From The South, Saw Nothing But A Mist, And It Lying On The Hills.

It's Best Make Changes Little By Little, The Same As You'd Put Clothes Upon A Growing Child.