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.G Byrne