Scoil: Kilmore (uimhir rolla 16637)

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1. My Mother's Means (ar lean)

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   I always thought a woman's sense
   Was better than a man's
   So I left the spuds with Boney's Wife
   While I was in McCanns.
   And the good advice she gave me
   As across the bag I leaned
   Had I heeded what she told me
   I'd not lose my litlle means.
   V
   She insisted that I'd store them
   But to this I'd not agree
   So we scattered off in odd ones
   And so many treated me
   What with leagueing and with loafing
   Soon the value I forgot
   And to tell you now exactly
   How I lost them I cannot.
   VI
   Next morning I was sober
   And was thinking of a plan
   How to keep mama from knowing
   I was such a foolish man
   Little dreaming I had told her
   The whole thing the night before
   When she found me cutting copies
   With the jennet at the door

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