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by James Stephens (1882 - 1950)

Seumas Beg
Language: English 
A man was sitting underneath a tree 
Outside the village, and he asked me what 
Name was upon this place, and said that he 
Was never here before. He told a lot 
Of stories to me too. His nose was flat. 
I asked him how it happened, and he said 
The first mate of the Mary Ann done that 
With a marling-spike one day, but he was dead, 
And jolly good job too ; and he'd have gone 
A long way to have killed him, and he had 
A gold ring in one ear ; the other one 
"Was bit off by a crocodile, bedad." 
That's what he said. He taught me how to chew. 
He was a real nice man. He liked me too. 

Text Authorship:

  • by James Stephens (1882 - 1950), "Seumas Beg", appears in Insurrections, first published 1909 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Tom Dobson (1890 - 1918), "Seumas Beg", published <<1940, from The Rocky Road to Dublin [sung text not yet checked]

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2009-01-26
Line count: 14
Word count: 123

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