A Birches Boy

byMoses Teggart. Springfield, Mass. U.S.A. abt. 1889.


When I was out of infancy uncurled;
As jumped right into joy,
Twas the grandest in all the wor:d
To be a Birches boy.

Hardship might stare us in the face,
Newsmongers might annoy;
But on earth there was no finer place,
No lad like a Birches boy.

The wolf neer got inside the door;
Nor as bailiff from the Foy;
The bogs wi purple were covered oer
For the blue eyed Birches boy.
There was always a milker from the Rock,
Or a madam from the Moy
To fiil the can and an cream the crock
For every Birches Boy.

In barn an byre an in the home
There was always top an joy;
An no matter where I might roam,
I was still a birches boy.
There was --- some girl a ----- who girl,
Now coaxin an ow oy,
An Mora still opened the gates o pearl,
For her an the Birches boy.

The skipper when I crossed the sea,
Just whispered "Mate, ahoy!"
He told then all to be good to me,
To be kind to the Birches boy.

Tell them at home in the motherland,
That Im pleased with my employ;
That the hand that writes this is the hand
Of a brave old Birches boy.


The Belle of Clonmakate

The Belle of Derryagh

The Belle of Derrykeevin

Bonnie Mary of Drumcree

Coney Island

Dead at The Birches

Down in Maghery


Lillian Martin

The Lily of Lough Neagh

The Turf Bummer

The Turf Cutter

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