Treasure Island

Mary Forrester


Tis Bacon And Cabbage


The houses were bright
All painted white
With acres of land
That stretched out of sight
Paddy and Bridget
In the fields making hay
While Johnny and Jim
Sat drinking Tay
Ailis at home tending
The hearth
While Morrigan sat in an
Oul tin bath
Seamus bejasus outside
In the yard
Yoking his Ass on to the
Cart
Mick in the fields pulling
The veg
While Padraig is out
Cutting the hedge
Tis bacon and cabbage
Ailis called
And an evening of music
And ballads for all.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 02, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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