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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 335 |
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Strong it stood, and pleasantly There I entered presently
Hying to the hosts; Dry beef was the door of it, Bare bread was the floor of it,
Whey-curds were the posts.
Old cheese-columns happily, Pork that pillared sappily,
Raised their heads aloof; While curd-rafters mellowly Crossing cream-beams yellowly,
Held aloft the roof. |
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Again, compare with the third, fourth and fifth stanzas these verses
" There is a well fair abbey Of white monks and of gray: There beth bowrs and halls, All of pasties beth the walls, Of flesh, of fish, and a rich meat The likefullest that man may eat, Flouren cakes beth the shingles all Of church, cloister, bowrs and hall, The pinnes beth fat puddings Rich meat to princes and kings."
The Irish original was at least partly rimed into Lowland Scotch, judging by an old verse I heard in Ulster, concerning a house:
" Weel I mind the biggin' o't, Bread and cheese were the door cheek And pancakes the riggin' o't."
This forms part of the Jacobite song, " This is no my ain house," but may come from an older song.—Author. |
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