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Boland
The famine road
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Lazy
Idle as
trout
in light colonel Jones/ these
Irish
Don
't give them money
Give them no counts at all
; their bones/
need toil
Make
them build useless roads
The
relief committee
deliberated "might it be
safe
/ Colonel, to give them roads, roads to force/ from nowhere, going nowhere of course?"
Statistics
One out of every ten and then/ another
third
of those
again/ women
in a case like yours
Sick
, no intention
Sick,
directionless
they worked
Woman keep busy
But take it well woman. Grow/your
garden
, keep house, goody
bye
better
than
anticipated
It has gone
better
than We expected, Lord/ Trevelyan,
sedition
, idleness cured/in one
Taking food from Ireland
we march the corn to the ships in peace
Dead people on the streets
This
Tuesday
I saw bones/out my
carriage
window
The woman is useless
Barren, never to know the load/of his child in you, what is your body/now if not a famine road