Volume: CBÉ 0220 (Part 3)

Date
1936
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The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0220, Page 0318

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The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0220, Page 0318

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  2. One day in the Autumn season
    It being in the year '54
    When Sayers approching most charming
    I took out my scythe to go mowing
    My handle being fair and in motion
    My Sand - board my hook and my stone
    And my scythe so well and completed
    As to me from the heavens was thrown
    I straight took my way to Tipperary
    Where the hay did spontaneously grow
    I stopped there at Meeting Lane Corner
    And put up my scythe for to show
    When a Widow convenient to Bansha
    Observing me standing alone
    She immediately made her appearance
    And said she had hay for to mow.
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