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1. McMahon's Hay (ar lean)

   

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   Since Thomas cut the hay.
   III
   Myself and Jane, my trusty mare,
   Were known from Cross to Moy,
   I sang and whistled all the way,
   Not one did us annoy.
   With a poor rate ticket in my hat,
   I thought to pass that way,
   When two stout fellows caught me,
   Saying "you cut McMahon's hay.
   IV
   When I reached Crossmaglen,
   No stabling could I get there,
   Two police were ordered out,
   To guard myself and mare.
   "O gentlemen I civilly said,
   What have I done to day",
   "O hold your tongue" they all cried out,
   You cut McMahon's hay.
   V
   Now I am in sad misfortune,
   And I dont know what to do,
   For Jane she is grazing round the rocks,
   Without a single shoe,
   Although I do not want her,
   Im off the roads to day.

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