Sure an' 'tis a grand day
Me barrow full of goods
Yes, up at five, and down the streets
To ply the neighbourhoods.
Me Father was afore me
But his was fish you see.
And children and their mithers
Would crowd his cart with glee.
An' always his "God bless ya"
Backed by a winsome smile
And grace was the aroma.
(His back ached all the while.)
And now I hike me veggies
Plucked fresh as fresh can be
A simple trade
And all love-made
Roit down the hill to sea.
The gulls will sing my fanfare
The mist no dampening snare
And thoughts run wild
In this stretched child
An' many a launched-up prayer.
I'm free by rights
A merchant
But poor of purse and board
No happier lad
Was ever had
So thankya much me Lord.
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