2.
To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
Through Leitrim and Longford,
Go my cattle and me.
Padraic Colum
4.
O farmer, strong farmer!
You can spend at the fair,
But your face you must turn
To your crops and your care
Padraic Colum
5.
My young love said to me,'My brothers won't mind, And my parents won't slight you for your lack of kind.' Then she stepped away from me, and this she did say, 'It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.
Padraic Colum