Poem by Anonymous

Limerick. “There was a young curate of Minster…”

There was a young curate of Minster, 
Who admonished a giddy young spinster.
	For she used, on the ice, 
	Words not at all nice 
When he, at a turn, slid against her.

1. The Banks o’ Glaizart
2. Fare Ye Weel, My Auld Wife
3. Kitty of Coleraine
4. King Cormac’s Crown
5. Gathering of Atholl

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