Tipperary Heritage, Culture, Literature and Folklore.

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Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.

101. The Peeler and the Goat

By Anonymous

A BANSHA Peeler wint won night
On duty and pathrollin’ O,
An’ met a goat upon the road,
And tuck her for a sthroller O.
Wud bay’net fixed he sallied forth, 5
An’ caught her by the wizzen O,
An’ then he swore a mighty oath,
“I’ll send you off to prison O.”

“Oh, mercy, sir!” the goat replied,
“Pray let me tell my story O! 10
I am no Rogue, no Ribbonman,
No Croppy, Whig, or Tory O;
I’m guilty not of any crime
Of petty or high thraison O,
I’m sadly wanted at this time, 15
For this is the milkin’ saison O.”

“It is in vain for to complain
Or give your tongue such bridle O,
You’re absent from your dwellin’ place,
Disorderly and idle O. 20
Your hoary locks will not prevail,
Nor your sublime oration O,
You’ll be thransported by Peel’s Act,
Upon my information O.”

“No penal law did I transgress 25
By deeds or combination O.
I have no certain place to rest,
No home or habitation O.
But Bansha is my dwelling-place,
Where I was bred and born O, 30
Descended from an honest race,
That’s all the trade I’ve learned O.”

“I will chastise your insolince
And violent behaviour O;
Well bound to Cashel you’ll be sint, 35
Where you will gain no favour O.
The magistrates will all consint
To sign your condemnation O;
From there to Cork you will be sint
For speedy thransportation O.” 40

“This parish an’ this neighbourhood
Are paiceable and thranquil O;
There’s no disturbance here, thank God!
An’ long may it continue so.
I don’t regard your oath a pin, 45
Or sign for my committal O,
My jury will be gintlemin
And grant me my acquittal O.”

“The consequince be what it will,
A peeler’s power I’ll let you know, 50
I’ll handcuff you, at all events,
And march you off to Bridewell O.
An’ sure, you rogue, you can’t deny
Before the judge or jury O,
Intimidation with your horns, 55
An’ threatening me with fury O.”

“I make no doubt but you are dhrunk,
Wud whiskey, rum, or brandy O,
Or you wouldn’t have such gallant spunk
To be so bould or manly O. 60
You readily would let me pass
If I had money handy O,
To thrate you to a potheen glass—
Oh! it’s then I’d be the dandy O.”
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C.J. Kickham Monument


TIPPERARY TOWN - Kickham Statue

TIPPERARY TOWN - Kickham Statue Image of the monument erected to the memory of Charles J. Kickham, at Kickham Place, Tipperary Town.

This statue in Kickham Place commemorates the author of one of the country's most famous and best-loved books, "Knocknagow". Charles J. Kickham's popularity was further enhanced among his countymen through his heavy involvement with the revolutionary movement, namely the Fenians.

His Early Rebel Years


Born in Mullinahone in 1828, Kickham served the apprenticeship of a rebel from an early age. When he was 15 his sight and hearing were permanently damaged when a can of gunpowder he was attempting to dry exploded. His disabilities did not deter him from involvement in his literary or revolutionary endeavours, however. Following the ill-fated 1848 rising in the Widow Cormack's in Ballingarry, Kickham was forced to live the life of a fugitive for a time. He later became firm friends with John O'Leary, and spent a time working on the Fenian newspaper, "The Irish People". In 1865 he was found guilty of treason and spent four years in Pentonville Prison, having been released early due to his failing health.


TIPPERARY TOWN - Kickham MonumentImage of the monument erected to the memory of Charles J. Kickham, at Kickham Place, Tipperary Town

TIPPERARY TOWN - Kickham Monument

TIPPERARY TOWN - Kickham MonumentImage of the monument erected to the memory of Charles J. Kickham, at Kickham Place, Tipperary Town

Literary Achievements

The remaining years of his life were spent writing, and, along with "Knocknagow", his best-loved works include "The Irish Peasant Girl" and "Slievenamon", the song most synonymous with Co. Tipperary. Kickham died in 1882, and is buried in his native parish, Mullinahone.

Shortly after his death, plans were made in Tipperary Town to erect a monument to his memory, and the commission was granted to John Hughes, R.H.A. The life-size statue was unveiled on 27 November 1898, and the occasion was marked by a huge nationalist demonstration, which was addressed by Kickham's old comrade, John O'Leary. In the years that followed, the monument was used as the site for all kinds of political gatherings.

Source - Marnane, "Guide to Tipperary Town"

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THE TWO TRAVELLERS

All over the world, the traveller said,
In my peregrination’s I’ve been;
And there’s nothing remarkable, living or dead,
But these eyes of mine have seen.

From the land of the ape and the marmoset,
To the tents of the Fellaheen”
Said the other, I’ll lay you an even bet
You were never in Farranalleen.”

I’ve hunted in woods near Seringapatam,
And sailed in the Polar Seas,
I fished for a week in the Gulf of Siam
And lunched on the Chersonese.

I’ve lived in the valleys of fair Cashmere,
Under Himalay’s snowy ridge.”
Then the other impatiently said ,”See here ,
Were you ever at Laffan’s Bridge?

I’ve lived in the land where tobacco is grown,
In the suburbs of Santiago;
And I spent two years in Sierra Leone,
And one in Del Fuego.

I walked across Panama all in a day,
Ah me! But the road was rocky.
The other replied , “Will you kindly say,
Were you ever at Horse -and – Jockey?

I’ve borne my part in a savage fray,
When I got this wound from a Lascar;
We were bound just then from Mandalay
For the Island of Madagascar,

Ah! The sun never tired of shining there,
And the trees canaries sang in,
What of that?” said the other, sure I’ve a pair,
And there’s lots of them in Drangan.

And I’ve hunted the tigers in Turkestan,
In Australia the kangaroos;
And I lived six months as medicine man
To a tribe of the Kathmandoos.

And I’ve stood on the scene of Olympic games,
Where the Grecians showed their paces,
The other replied, Now tell me, James,
Were you ever at Fethard Races?

Don’t talk of your hunting in Yucatan,
Or your fishing off St. Helena;
I’d rather see young fellows hunting the ‘wren’
In the hedges of Tobbernaheena.

No doubt the scenes of a Swiss Canton
Have a passable sort of charm
Give me a sunset on Slievenamon
From the head at Hackett’s Farm.

And I’d rather be strolling along the quay,
And watching the river flow,
Than growing tea with the cute Chinee,
Or mining in Mexico.

And I wouldn’t much care for Sierra Leone,
If I hadn’t seen Killenaule,
And the man that was never in Mullinahone
Shouldn’t say he had travelled at all

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Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.

101. The Peeler and the Goat

By Anonymous

A BANSHA Peeler wint won night
On duty and pathrollin’ O,
An’ met a goat upon the road,
And tuck her for a sthroller O.
Wud bay’net fixed he sallied forth, 5
An’ caught her by the wizzen O,
An’ then he swore a mighty oath,
“I’ll send you off to prison O.”

“Oh, mercy, sir!” the goat replied,
“Pray let me tell my story O! 10
I am no Rogue, no Ribbonman,
No Croppy, Whig, or Tory O;
I’m guilty not of any crime
Of petty or high thraison O,
I’m sadly wanted at this time, 15
For this is the milkin’ saison O.”

“It is in vain for to complain
Or give your tongue such bridle O,
You’re absent from your dwellin’ place,
Disorderly and idle O. 20
Your hoary locks will not prevail,
Nor your sublime oration O,
You’ll be thransported by Peel’s Act,
Upon my information O.”

“No penal law did I transgress 25
By deeds or combination O.
I have no certain place to rest,
No home or habitation O.
But Bansha is my dwelling-place,
Where I was bred and born O, 30
Descended from an honest race,
That’s all the trade I’ve learned O.”

“I will chastise your insolince
And violent behaviour O;
Well bound to Cashel you’ll be sint, 35
Where you will gain no favour O.
The magistrates will all consint
To sign your condemnation O;
From there to Cork you will be sint
For speedy thransportation O.” 40

“This parish an’ this neighbourhood
Are paiceable and thranquil O;
There’s no disturbance here, thank God!
An’ long may it continue so.
I don’t regard your oath a pin, 45
Or sign for my committal O,
My jury will be gintlemin
And grant me my acquittal O.”

“The consequince be what it will,
A peeler’s power I’ll let you know, 50
I’ll handcuff you, at all events,
And march you off to Bridewell O.
An’ sure, you rogue, you can’t deny
Before the judge or jury O,
Intimidation with your horns, 55
An’ threatening me with fury O.”

“I make no doubt but you are dhrunk,
Wud whiskey, rum, or brandy O,
Or you wouldn’t have such gallant spunk
To be so bould or manly O. 60
You readily would let me pass
If I had money handy O,
To thrate you to a potheen glass—
Oh! it’s then I’d be the dandy O.”
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Written by Darby Ryan