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% 2 CASHEL, MAN'S” LAMENTATION, ; aaa ama ante LAA St fozes it . Come all you men of Cashel Town, attend unto my song, Just | isten for a little while, 1 wont delay you long, i want to speak about the times, and of our wretched state, nies City’s fairly ruined boys, I’m patenting for its fate. ív hen I was young, some years ago, a Cashel man might thrive, There were Gentlemen i in plenty, and the money was alive ; ‘The Praties grew, the Poor were few, the Pig was on the floor, An Lonest man might earn his bread, and ma that same galore. Oh! where are now the Gentlemen we had in former days ? Where’s the wages, and employment, the plenty and the ease ? The Labourer and ‘Tradesman were happy every day ; : The poor were never “ gtudged enough, and we'd no Poor-Rates to pay.. Then Cashel Men loved Cashel Town, aad would not ren it down; The Ladies would not travel off elsewhere to buy a gown,; A man would help his Neigbour, and the N eigbour’d stand te him,—. sl people care not now who sinks, so they themselves cán swim. Oh! ! shame upon the graceless crew, who born. within its walls, Have not the heart to love it, and to raise it w nen it falls— Haye no pride in all its glory —no shame to see it low ; A Cashel shoe could fit yen foot, a Cashel coat their back, But other towns may prosper, while business here is slack: In want the honest tradesman pines, tho’ willing for to work ;. He will get a job, when phpaper than a stranger or a Turk. But I fear our ‘Tradesmen all will go as ; many went before, The few who’ve health & strength & means will leave us all the: poor: No one has got the heart to stay, where every thing goes wrong And we all. must look forthe relief before it will be long. Let Cashel Ken unite again, and love and help each ot! her, Let each man t¥eat his Neighbour as a friend and as a. Bue eee f ‘Then we nm that Gob will nee a blessing jown
