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1. My Mother's Means

   

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   My Mother's Means.
   Twas on a Thursday morning,
   Very early I got orders to prepare,
   Some good flounders for the market
   Which my mother had to spare.
   I packed them up and tied them,
   With little knots of straw
   And two neater bags of seed potatoes,
   I'm sure you never saw.
   II
   The jennet I got ready
   And I packed my little load
   You'd imagine she was dancing
   With the way she tipped the road.
   She passed out both mules and asses
   And soon arrived in town
   And I took my station in the shambles
   Where I laid my burden down.
   III
   It so happened that my guardian,
   Was so busy on that day;
   That she said for once she'd trust me,
   And let me peg away.
   But I promised e'er I started,
   That no company I'd join,
   Or be drunk or in the barrack,
   Or be foolish with the coin.

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Joseph Rhatigan

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Kilmore, Co. Roscommon