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For sake of health I took a walk last week at early dawn.
I met a jolly turfman as I slowly jogged along. The kindest conversation passed between himself and me
And it's soon that I got acquainted with the Turfman from Ardee.
We chatted very freely as we jogged along the road.
says he, "my *** is tired, and I want to sell my load"
For I've had no refreshment since I left my home you see
I am wearied out with travelling,says the Turfman from Ardee.
your cart looks wrecked and worn friend, and your *** must be very old,
It must be twenty summers since that animal was foaled.?
he was yoked to a trap on the day when I was born, September, '43,
And he cantered for the midwife, said the Turfman from Ardee.
Now I often do abuse the beast with this rough hazel rod,
Although I own I never yet did leave poor Jack unshod.
The harness now that's on his back, it was made by John Magee,
Sure he's dead this two and forty years, said the Turfman from Ardee.
Just then I heard a female voice , a voice that I knew right well,
Politely asking this old man his load of turf to sell.
I shook that steely hand of his and I bowed respectfully, and I hope to meet in future years the Turfman from Ardee.