Pat from Bolyaneer

One evening, the moon began to rise
I seen an image in yon ditch that took me by surprise
His ol' limbs were logged down to the ground, and flogged all o'er with hair
He cursed and growled and damned the soul of Pat from Bolyaneer

Oh they took me out to sell me once I did go to foal
And a halter they slapped on me head and tied me to a pole
The master aye who ownd-ed me, marched me to Kilkenny Fair
And sold me to a ragman called Pat from Bolyaneer

Old rags and bones and other stuff was generally all me load
When I get tired from working I lie down at the road
Big Pat came out, he jumped about, and he shook the ground with fear
__ for Pat from Bolyaneer
To Timahoe I have to go to see what the old wife __
__ for Pat from Bolyaneer

Oh now I'm in sweet Timahoe, I'm all among my friends
The ol' feedin that he gave to me it was a cap of skins
And hunted me out on a winter's night that picked the bushes bare 
And my curse I give, that as I live, to Pat Bolanyeer

But now I'm dead with hunger, I suppose they'll sell my skin
They won't get nothing for it, they have it beat too thin
But when the dog he will find out, and see me bones so bare
Aye, he'll bark and growl and damn the soul, of Pat from Bolyaneer.