Margaret Barry - The Turfman from Ardee | Текст песни

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• Margaret Barry
• The Turfman from Ardee

For the sake of health I took a walk one morning in the dawn,

I met a jolly turf man as I slowly walked along,

The greatest conversation passed between himself and me

And soon I got acquainted with the turfman from Ardee.



We chatted very freely as we jogged along the road,

He said my ass is tired and I'd like to sell his load,

For I got no refreshments since I left home you see,

And I'm wearied out with travelling said the turfman from Ardee.



Your cart is wracked and worn friend, your ass is very old,

It must be twenty summers since that animal was foaled

Yoked to a cart where I was born, September 'forty three

And carried for the midwife says the turfman from Ardee



I often do abuse my ass with this old hazel rod,

But never yet did I permit poor Jack to go unshod

The harness now u(Em)pon his back was made by John McGee

And he's dead this four and forty years says the turfman from Ardee.



I own my cart now, has been made out of the best of wood,

I do believe it was in use in the time of Noah's flood

Its axle never wanted grease say one year out of three.

It's a real old Carrick axle said the turfman from Ardee.



We talked about our country and how we were oppressed

The men we sent to parliament have got our wrongs addressed

I have no faith in members now or nothing else you see

But led by bloomin' humbugs, said the turfman from Ardee.



Just then a female voice called out, which I knew very well,

Politely asking this old man the load of turf to sell

I shook that stately (Em)hand of his and bowed respectfully

In hope to meet some future day, the turfman from Ardee.