Cooney the Tinker
I
Of all the linnen ye see pass from Eanisconthy Bridge is Ross
There is ne'er a man can drive an ass or work a bit of sawder
Or hammer tight a bottom down like Cooney
once of Wexford town
The boy that often earned a crown that didn't people moyden
II
Oh t'would do you good to spy him if a grah
you could get nigh him.
With the ditch for shelter by him while he
snakes a measure
First the sides are swiftly shaping soon the bottom deftly lapping
Till the handle revets tapping he stretches at his leisure
III
Jerry's lad isn't bad when does begin
Doran's jack isn't slack at the gallant
gallon bin
All the rest at their best couldn't hold a jig.