MY MOTHER HAS A WEE RED SHOE

My mother has a wee red shoe —

She bought it off a bacach-man;

And all the neighbours say it's true

He stole it off a Leath-brogan.

Bacach-man, bacach-man,

Where did you get it?

Faith now, says he,

In my leather wallet!

My father has an arrow-head —

He begged it off poor Peig na Blath;

And Mor, the talking-woman, said

She found it in a fairy rath.

Peig na Blath, Peig na Blath,

Where did you get it?

Faith now, says she,

In my wincey jacket!

My brother has a copper pot —

He tryst’ it wi’ a shuiler-man;

And gossip says it's like as not

He truff'd it from a Clobhair-ceann.

Shuiler-man, shuiler-man,

Where did you get it?

Faith now, says he,

In my breeches’ pocket!