Fadó bhíodh Riobard an máistir agus Tadhg Balbh Ó Conchúir ag

maíomh as na coin a bhí ag na Buitléaraigh sa Choireán. Nuair a chuala

Seán Usae é sin chum sé an dán seo á gcáineadh toisc go raibh siad “ag

sodar i ndiaidh na n-uasal.”

“Thiar ar an gCoireán tá gasra grámhar

Cois trá gan buaireamh

Go bhfuil a liú go hárd

Is gach lá’cu ag gluaiseacht.

B’fhearra do Thadhg is don mháistir

An rámhainn nó an sluasad

Ná bheith ag déanamh dánta

Do choileánaibh uaisle.”

Pádraig Ó Conaill Ceapa na gCrann sa Dromad.

Butler’s Hounds

Long ago Riobard Harris and Tadhg Balbh were boasting and making

versus about the Butler hounds. Seán Usae, another verse-maker,

heard this and he composed the following, mocking their pandering to

the so-called nobility.

Behind in Waterville

There are friendly people,

Beside the Strand

Without Sorrow or care.

When the hunt is on

They are out on the hillside

With wild halloos after stricken hares.

Making rhymes for the hounds of the gentry

Is a a pastime of two I well know.

Far better to practice the spade and the shovel

Their garden would pay them much more.

From Patrick O’Connell Cappanagrown.