The Ploughers Poem by Liam ó Comáin

Giddae up there, Sue, there's work to be done,
We'll plough this side of the hill and down by the burn,
We'll plough the wee meadow 'til the hour of eight,
Then I'll release you and at the hearth I will eat.

Oh, many are the years since you and I first met,
And many more the drills in fine weather and wet;
But time takes its toll as the years they march on,
We miss the youthful vigour and the old friends
Who have gone...

So giddae up there, Sue, keep straight to the line,
To the left of the Fairy Tree beyond the incline;
And never forget our wide reputation of being the best team
In this part of the nation.