The Turf Bummer by Moses Teggart. Springfield, Mass. U.S., America. |
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Never mind the abilty’s winkers! But if somethin’ you You must do, Throw me up those clods an’ clinkers, Pitch me up those black ones too, This load’s for a man in Lurgan; An’ to-morrow, Tandragee, Will see me in the market standing’ Hagglin’ for three bob an’ three. |
Rain an’ sleet an hailstones scornin’ A master of the bummer’s art, Many a cold an’ hasky mornin, Has poor Jemmy panged the cart; Manny a night between the cribbins, Studying’ the starry dome, He, footsore, has brought the shility An’ three white shillin’s home. |