Many A Poor Soul Has Had To

I Was Told In Many Places Of Osgar's Bravery And Goll's Strength And Conan's Bitter Tongue, And The Arguments Of Oisin And Patrick. And I Have Often Been Given The Story Of Oisin's Journey To Tir-nan-og, The Country Of The Young, That Is, As I Am Told, A Fine Place And Everything That Is Good Is In It.

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.

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.

In The Whole Course Of Our Work At The Theatre We Have Been, I May Say, Drenched With Advice By Friendly People Who For Years Gave Us The Reasons Why We Did Not Succeed... All Their Advice, Or At Least Some Of It, Might Have Been Good If We Had Wanted To Make Money, To Make A Common Place Of Amusement.

It Is Not Always Them That Has The Most That Makes The Most Show.