A MAN, hin brown hair and a pale

        face, he road

        t o town

        of the Shelly River. Many called him Cum-

        he son of ad many called

        , ild horse; and he was

        a glee man, and    parti-

        coloured doublet, and ed shoes,

        and a bulging . Also he

        blood of th-place

        ing and

        sleeping places he four provinces of

        Eri, and    upon

        trayed

        from toe Friars

        and totlements to a row of

        crosses    against the sky

        upon a tle to the

        town, and , and shook

        it at they were

        y, for ttering

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        about t how, as like

        as not, just sucher vagabond as

        hem; and

        tered;    If it were hanging or bow-

        stringing, or stoning or be would

        be bad enoug to he birds

        peg your eyes and ting

        your feet ! I    the red wind

        of thered in his cradle

        t the

        tree of deat of barbarous lands, or

        t tnihi

        at t of tain, ten

        his grave had been dug

        by toothed

        merro ts of the deep

        sea.

        hile he spoke, he shivered from head

        to foot, and t came out upon

        why, for

        he had looked upon many crosses. he

        passed over tle-

        ment Ed gate, and t-

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        udded    nails, and , her

        wer, and of him he asked

        a pla t-he lay

        brotook a glourf on a shovel,

        ao a big and naked out-

        rey rushes; and

        t ligwo

        of tones of t the glow-

        ing turf upon th and gave him

        two unligraw,

        and s hanging from a

        nail, and a sh a loaf of bread and

        a jug of er, and a tub in a far

        er. t him

        and    back to he door.

        And Cumhe son of ac began

        to blourf, t he

        mig the wisp

        of stra ed him

        notraw were

        damp. So ook off ed shoes,

        and dreub out of th

        t of he

        ; but ter was

        so dirty t    see ttom

        eaten

        all t day; so    e much

        anger upon tub, but took up the black

        Ioaf, and bit into it, and t out the

        bite, for the bread was hard and mouldy.

        Still    give o h, for

        druhese many hours;

        his

        days end,    tasted,

        to make ful.

        Noo    he

        flung it frhe

        er ter and ill-smelling. then

        it broke

        against te wall, and ook

        do to    about him for

        t. But no sooner did ouc

        t

        th anger, he rushed

        to t- the lay

        brotomed to such

        outcries,    on tside; so

        Cumied tub and began to

        beat t, till ther

        e to t ailed

        of sleep.

        ails me ! sed Cumhal,    are

        not t as the sands of

        t the

        fleas in t as many as the waves

        of t the

        bread as    of a lay brother

        the

        er in tter and as ill-smelling

        as    t-er the

        colour t shall be upon him when he has

        been che

        lay brot t, and

        back to oo

        sleepy to talk . And Cum-

        oing at the door, and

        presently

        once more, and cried out at him, ~ O

        coyrannous race of friars, per-

        secutors of ters

        of life and joy ! O race t does not draw

        tell truth ! O race

        t melts th

        co !

        Gleeman, said ther,    I also

        make r

        in my nico

        he friars.

        Brotherefore I

        make knoo you t it is the head of

        tery, racious Coarb, who

        orders all the lodging of

        travellers.

        You may sleep, said Cumhal, ~ I will

        sing a bards curse on the Coarb. And

        tub upside doh~

        ood upon it, and began to

        sing in a very loud voice. the singing

        a    up in bed

        and bleil the lay

        broto    get a

        noise, said the

        Coarb.     is happening ?

        It is a glee man, said ther,

        whe bread,

        of ter in t-er,

        and of t. And now he is singing

        a bards curse upon you, O brother Coarb,

        and upon your father,

        and yrandfather and yrand-

        motions.

        Is he cursing in rhyme ?

        h

        two assonances in every line of his

        curse.

        t-cap off and

        crumpled it in he circular

        broche middle of his

        bald he

        midst of a pond, for in aughey

        yet aba ton sure

        for tyle to use.    If we

        do not somew, each

        o treet, and

        t to the

        robbers on tain of Gulben.

        Sher, and

        give er

        in a jug,    foot-er, and a new

        bla, and make he

        blessed St. Benign us, and by the sun and

        moon, t no bond be lag, not to tell

        o treet,

        and t the doors, and

        tain of Gulben ?

        ron nor the sun

        and t all, said the

        Coarb: for to-morro day

        to curse would e upon him,

        or a pride in those rhymes would move

        eaco the

        che robbers.

        Or else ell anot

        -house, and he

        in urn o curse, and my

        name here is no

        steadfastness of purpose upon the roads,

        but only under roofs, aween four

        herefore I bid you go and awaken

        Brother

        Little olf, Brotrick, Brother

        Bald Brandon, Brother

        Peter. And take the man, and

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        bind he

        river t o sing. And in

        t t make him curse

        the louder, we will crucify him.

        the lay

        brother.

        t make another cross. If

        make an end of her

        will, for w and sleep in peace

        he

        world ? Ill sand before blessed

        St. Benign us, and sour would be his face

        t

        Day, o spare an enemy of his

        whumb !

        Brothe glee men are

        an evil race, ever cursing and ever stirring

        up the people, and immoral and im-

        moderate in all then in

        ts, aler the Son

        of Lir, and Angus, and Bridget, and the

        Dagda, and Dana the

        false gods of the old days; always making

        poems in praise of those kings and queens

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        of the hill in

        the hill of

        the ave, and

        Eiveen of they

        call Don of ts of the Sea; and

        railing against God and d the

        blessed Saints. hile he eaking

        he crossed himself, and when he had

        finiscap over his

        ears, to s out the noise, and closed

        o

        sleep.

        ther Kevin,

        Brottle olf, Brother

        Bald Patrick, Brother Bald Brandon,

        Broter sitting

        up in bed, and    up.

        they

        dragged o they dipped

        at terwards

        called Buckleys Ford.

        Gleeman, said they

        led o t-house,    why do

        you ever use t which God has given

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        you to make blaspales

        and verses ? For suche way of your

        craft. I ales and

        verses well nige, and so I know

        t I speak true ! And why do you praise

        hose demons, Finvaragh, Red

        Aodoo,

        am a man of great    and learning, but

        I ever glo.rify racious Coarb, and

        Benignus our Patron, and the princes of

        t and

        orderly, but yours is like the wind among

        t I could for

        you, being also a man of many ts,

        but who could help such a one as you ?

        My soul, friend, anshe glee man,

        is indeed like t blows me

        to and fro, and up and dos

        many to my mind and out of my

        mind, and t,

        ild horse. And he spoke no more

        t ering

        he cold.

        to him

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        in t ready to

        be crucified, and led    of t-

        ill stood upon the

        step a flock of great grass-barnacles passed

        h king cries. he

        lifted o t

        grass-bararry a little, and may hap

        my soul ravel o te

        places of to the ungovern- 1

        able sea !    At te a crowd of beggars

        gat to

        beg from any traveller or pilgrim who

        mig t in t-

        he friars led

        to a pla t

        some distance,    young

        trees hey made him

        cut one doo t

        lengtood round them

        in a ring, talking aiculating. the

        Coarb t off another and

        ser piece of    upon

        t. So there was his cross for him;

        and t it upon his shoulder, for

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        o be on top of the

        hers were. A half-mile

        on to stop and

        see hem: for he knew,

        ricks of Angus the

        Subtle-ed. the old friars were for

        pressing on, but the young friars would

        see him: so he did many wonders for

        to t

        of    after a wurned

        on ricks were dull and

        a s the cross on his

        she

        op and hear

        for them, for he knew, he said, all

        ts of    the Bald, upon whose

        back a she young

        friars, wales,

        again bade ake up

        i ll became to listen to such follies.

        Anothe way, he asked

        to stop and ory

        of e-Breasted Deirdre, and how she

        endured many sorrows, and he sons

        of Usna died to serve he young

        friars o    when he

        him

        for ten longings in their

        s. So t the cross upon his

        back, and o the hill.

        o top, took

        to dig a hole

        to stand it in, whered

        round, and talked among themselves. ~ I

        ask a favour before I die, says Cum hal.

        e    you no more delays, says

        the Coarb.

        I ask no more delays, for I have drawn

        told truth, and lived my

        vision, and am tent.

        ould you then fess ?

        By sun and moon, not l; I ask but to

        6e let eat t.

        I carry food in my    whenever I go

        upon a journey, but I do not taste of it

        unless I am well-nigarved. I have

        en nowo days.

        You may eat, the Coarb,

        ùIq E

        and uro he

        hole.

        took a loaf and some strips

        of cold fried ba out of    and laid

        tithe

        to t a tenth

        part from the ba.    ho

        among you is t ? And there-

        upon    clam our, for the beggars

        began tory of their

        poverty, and their yellow faces swayed like

        the floods have filled

        it er from the bogs.

        ened for a little, and, says he,

        I am myself t, for I have

        travel led tter-ing footsteps of tattered

        doublet of particoloured cloth upon my

        bad torn pointed shoes upon my

        feet he

        toy full of noble raiment *hich

        was in my . And I he more

        alone upon the sea, be-

        cause I    tling of

        the rose-bordered dress of her who is more

        subtle tle-ed,

        and more full of ty of laughan

        the wisdom

        of tears te-Breasted Deirdre, and

        more lovely ting dao them

        t are lost in therefore, I l

        aito myself; but yet, because

        I am done    unto you.

        So rips of

        baong t

        il t scrap was

        eaten. But meanwhe

        glee man to    it upright in

        t the

        foot, and trampled it level and hard. So

        t a tared

        on, sitting round t whe

        sun    up to go, for

        tting chilly. And as soon as

        ttle he wolves, who

        he edge

        of a neighb coppice, came nearer,

        and the birds wheeled closer and closer.

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        Stay, outcasts, yet a little whe cruci-

        fied one called in a o the beg-

        gars, as and the birds

        from me. But the beggars were angry

        because casts, so

        tones and mud at him, and

        thered

        at t of the birds flew

        loly the birds

        lig once upon his head and arms

        and so peck at him,

        and to eat .    Out-

        casts, urned

        against tcast ?
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