School: Cnocán an Teampaill, Ros Gréine

Knockantemple, Co. Tipperary
Máire, Bean Nic Aodhagáin

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Song - The Jack Ass in the Bog

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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0554, Page 250

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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,

2. My feet are sore and my brogues
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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John Lonergan
Castleblake, Co. Tipperary