synopsis: 'the publican cleans the bar-room, drinks dregs and passes out — King Roderick O'Connor, last high king of Ireland'
fweet tags some 40 song-refs in this chapter traced to 'Six Hundred and Seventeen Irish Songs and Ballads ' (added very late, as barnacling)
'Glenfinishk' = song by Joseph O'Leary about the glen of the fair waters in County Cork [lyrics] [map??]
|Paramount Chief Sobhuza, of Swaziland, photographed as a boy|
"lather and shave" ♬ ? variant lyrics
'Bowld Sojer Boy' ♬
'The Woman of Three Cows' JC Mangan [ebook]
'through snow and sleet' Paistin Finn [lyrics] ♬
"Widow Nolan's Goat" ♬
fdv: "So anyhow to wind up after the whole beanfeast was all over poor old King Roderick O'Conor the last king of all Ireland who was anything you like between fiftyfour and fiftyfive years of age at the time after the socalled last supper he gave or at least he wasn't actually the last king of all Ireland for the time being because he was still such as he was the king of all Ireland after the last king of all Ireland Art MacMurrough Kavanagh who was king of all Ireland before he was anyhow what did he do King Roderick O'Conor the respected king of all Ireland at the time after they were all of them gone when he was all by himself"
4dv: "So anyhow after that to wind up that long to be chronicled get together day, the anniversary of his first holy communion, after that same barbecue beanfeast was all over poor old hospitable King Roderick O'Conor, the paramount chief polemarch and last preelectric king of all Ireland who was anything you say yourself between fiftyfour and fiftyfive years of age at the time after the socalled last free supper he greatly gave in his umbrageous house of the hundred bottles or at least he wasn't actually the then last king of all Ireland for the time being for the jolly good reason that he was still such as he was the eminent king of all Ireland himself after the last preeminent king of all Ireland, the whilom joky old top that went before him in the dienasty King Art MacMurrough Kavanagh of the leather leggings, now of parts unknown, God guard his generous soul that put a poached fowl in the poor man's pot before he took to his pallyass with the weeping eczema for better and worse until he went and died nevertheless the year the sugar was scarce and himself down to three cows that was meat and drink and dogs and washing to him 'tis good cause we have to remember it anyhow wait till I tell you what did he do poor old Roderick O'Conor Rex the auspicious waterproof monarch of all Ireland when he found himself all alone by himself in his grand old historic pile after all of them had all gone off with themselves"