1. Come all ye jolly labouring boys,
Ill have ye to shun hard work,
Beware of those Ballagh farmers,
They will treat you like a Turk,
Are wore and Im limping like a frog
My lungs are strained from shouting
At the Jack ass in the bog.3. My master is an early man
And he wont forget to call.
At five o clock each morning not one but
call them all saying rise up pat and get your ass.
Or else you will lose your job
And take with you today some hay
For the Jack ass in the bog.4. For it is no easy job to car an ass all day
Through muck and briars
Through slush and boughs
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