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1. Scairbh na gCaorach Fair (continued)

   

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   As we went at the rate of a wedding
   Into Sgairbh na gCaorach Fair.

   
   (II)

   As we went across the near-cuts
   We call the market house hill
   A hundred horny animals
   Around me there stood still
   I thought my goat I could not sell
   I offered up a prayer
   And sold her for half-a-crown
   In Sgairbh na gCaorach fair.

   
   (III)

   She had hardly a pint of milk
   In a warm Summers day
   And I'll tell you at the present time
   She would not cream (crame) your tea
   She'll be seen no more in the corn stack
   Where she used to wag her tail
   Or going up and down the garden
   Plucking lovely heads of kale
   She'll be seen no more on the kitchen floor
   Where she used to wag her tail
   For I parted with my fanny dear
   In the Sgairbh na gCaorach fair

   
   Owne Skinnader
   Lougher

   
   Got from

   Miss Susan McKenna
   Bracagh

   

   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Owen Skinnader

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Sogher, Co. Monaghan

   Informant

   Miss Susan Mc Kenna

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Brackagh, Co. Monaghan