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1. A Local Poem (continued)

   

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   Now, my dear friends I ask in conclusion That you will tell me by tomorrow morn Oh! tell me surely & tell me truly Did Johnny Moore cut Beagin's corn? To - night I fear I won't rest contented I'll lie often wakened by a fearful crash For when I nod I'll think I'm on the sod Where lame Johnny Moore made the sudden dash.

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2. A Local Poem

   

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   The following on the same subject was made by Tommy Whelan - Dooskey Newbliss.

   The man that draws the creamy milk (Felix Beagin)
   Will never more be poor
   For the men that cut his corn
   They call them Neill & Moore.

   They put the scythe on their shoulders
   And down the road they went
   And when they cut old Ireland
   They sailed for a place called Kent.

   When they cut old England
   They took another chance
   And then they crossed the Channel
   And landed in sunny France.

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