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The Irish Farmer

Dear Judy, when first we got married
Our fortune indeed was but small,
For save the light hearts that we carried,
Our riches were nothing at all.
I sung while I rear'd up the cabin,
Ye pow'rs, give me vigour and health!
And a truce to all sighing and sobbing,
For love is Pat Mulligan's wealth.

Through summer and winter so dreary

I cheerily toil'd on the farm,
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Margaret O Driscoll 20 February 2016

Interesting to read this old poem

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Thomas Cronin 21 April 2010

Pretty Cool Poem Man

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