The Turf Bummer
by Moses Teggart. Springfield, Mass. U.S., America.
|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.