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THE KING OF BALLYHOOLEY

I'll tell yez how it was with me if to listen yez are willin'
'Twas in yon house behind yon hill where I had lately been distillin'
I slung a keg upon me back and started out for daylight cooly
Good customers I did not lack and I sold it all in Ballyhooley

I thought it wiser to delay me homeward way for fear of Peelers

Down on the heather there's water in my shoes
To river and black lane I run from you
You took me to the steeple you fall on the ground
Your ribbons light my way home You lead me on

Strokestown Sitting on your four streets
Your sun beat down I'm down
Living in a four street town

They say he was the strangest man you'd ever want to meet
He didn't like the towns at all and he kept to the quiet streets
But mostly he was in the fields, he always wore a cap
The same one for a Sunday as for briardin' up a gap
And no one has a photo of this man

No one seemed to know his plan
He was lonely as a baby and as gentle as a child