School: Kilmore (roll number 16637)

Kilmore, Co. Roscommon
Máiréad, Bean Mhic Giolla Críost
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0254, Page 199

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  1. My Mother's Means.
    Twas on a Thursday morning,
    Very early I got orders to prepare,
    Some good flounders for the market
    Which my mother had to spare.
    I packed them up and tied them,
    With little knots of straw
    And two neater bags of seed potatoes,
    I'm sure you never saw.
    The jennet I got ready
    And I packed my little load
    You'd imagine she was dancing
    With the way she tipped the road.
    She passed out both mules and asses
    And soon arrived in town
    And I took my station in the shambles
    Where I laid my burden down.
    It so happened that my guardian,
    Was so busy on that day;
    That she said for once she'd trust me,
    And let me peg away.
    But I promised e'er I started,
    That no company I'd join,
    Or be drunk or in the barrack,
    Or be foolish with the coin.
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Joseph Rhatigan
    Kilmore, Co. Roscommon