{"id":33,"date":"2013-04-08T11:20:53","date_gmt":"2013-04-08T11:20:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=33"},"modified":"2014-10-31T00:06:23","modified_gmt":"2014-10-31T00:06:23","slug":"sitting-there-saying-nothing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/sitting-there-saying-nothing\/","title":{"rendered":"Sitting There Saying Nothing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Halloween Poem from Ireland - &quot;Sitting There Saying Nothing&quot; - A Great Famine Ghost Story\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/J3vA8ycdE3I?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>She sits there saying nothing<br \/>\nA wee woman and her wains<br \/>\nWe know not who she is<br \/>\nThat sits there with her bains<br \/>\nAs the Scots would say if seeing<br \/>\nWhat my father claims to have seen<br \/>\nThat sitting on a wall<br \/>\nIn broad daylight had been&#8230;<br \/>\nGoing to the workhouse<br \/>\nStopping for a rest a while<br \/>\nA woman and two little ones<br \/>\nAnd one of the three smile<br \/>\nBut just sitting there<br \/>\nA word by none was said<br \/>\nMy father knew from famine times there were<br \/>\nVictims of, and dead<br \/>\nThe dead will not harm you<br \/>\nSometimes themselves they show<br \/>\nSo another at another time<br \/>\nOf their pain will know.<br \/>\nMaybe twas too much poitin<br \/>\nDa knew how to make it pure<br \/>\nAnd enjoyed his brew testing<br \/>\nBut I am not so sure.<br \/>\nIf dead they be, from famine times<br \/>\nAnd they to show themselves cease<br \/>\nI hope they rest at the bosom of Mary<br \/>\nAnd their souls now know peace.<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Glossary:<\/em><\/strong><br \/>\n<em>(i) wain: child (ii) bain (baby)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She sits there saying nothing A wee woman and her wains We know not who she is That sits there with her bains As the Scots would say if seeing What my father claims to have seen That sitting on a wall In broad daylight had been&#8230; Going to the &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[22,76,77,75,23],"tags":[80,79,78,2346],"class_list":["post-33","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family-stories","category-folklore-and-legend","category-ghost-stories","category-great-famine","category-north-longford","tag-an-gorta-mor","tag-carty-family-stories","tag-ghost-story","tag-great-famine","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-x","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":547,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-hungry-grass\/","url_meta":{"origin":33,"position":0},"title":"The Hungry Grass","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"11th September 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"A shiver runs up my spine As stories I recall Of people dead in times gone by I was told of when I was small. 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