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Thread #44001 Message #712527
Posted By: GUEST,Séamus Heaney
17-May-02 - 04:42 PM
Thread Name: Campsite at Drumcree IV
Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV
Paulin …
What a big, stinkin' hape of horse-shite!
Thon wudn't pass muster, at all, at all!
I've been spen'in' a quare bit o' time lately translating th'oul' Sweeney lyrics an' I reckon thon's as good as poetry gets. So, here, in Sweeney-style, I'll gi'e you a wee hawn till think wi' this one!
Big is the ass to him Nine-times big and big again Bigger than the Gap of Dungloe Softer than the Bog of Allen
Greedy is the gub on him Greedy for eatin' the diet of lords The hairy bacon of Galtee The gold butter of Kerry
Tight is the shiny suit on him Tighter, in sowl, than the hangman's noose That choked the life From our glorious dead
Shiny is the tight suit on him Shinier, in faith, than the seldom-seen sun Whose miserable warmth Keeps us this side of freezin'
Dulcet his tones Sweeter than the breath of the maiden Emer That teases the neck Of Cuchulllain the brave
Slimy his ways Slimier than the spawn of frogs That gather in spring In St. Brigid's Well
Vain is he Vainer indeed than the dancer Flatley (Whose vanity Is a riddle, alright!)
Great is his girth Girthsome indeed, aye nine times girthsome More girthsome by far Than the drummer Gino