Hag of the Mill
by Rody Gorman
Hag of the mill over by,
Why would you put me astray?
Is it not shameful of you through womanly guile
To betray me and bait me?
It wasn’t me betrayed you, Sweeney,
Though you have a reputation for being gentle
But the miracles of Ronan from heaven
That left you insane among the insane.
If it were me and would that it were
That was the king of Dalaray,
It would mean a fist in the chin,
No drinking-party for you, crone.
| Extract from forthcoming Sweeney: an intertonguing by Rody Gorman | |
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Rody Gorman’s Sweeney, An Intertonguing is published this spring by Francis Boutle Publishers. The work is multilingual version of Buile Shuibhne, in English, Irish, Scottish and Manx Gaelic with lingua gadelica, phonemic pieces and round-trip translations. Pre-publication reactions to the work have been full of praise, with words such as ‘extraordinary’, ‘masterpiece’ and ‘magnificent’ used by more than one eminent commentator. Ed. | |
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