Peter Heaney

My name is Peter Heaney, and the same I can't deny 
Many a cold and stormy night we had in this convoy
From one house to another with my budget in my bag
From one county to another I have drove my ass and sack

From Carricktown to Leitrim town it was on the king's highway
Of thirty of them tinkerers I have met all on my way
There was a colleen among them all, the pride of the tinker class
I asked her would she marry me and help me drive my ass

Oh no kind sir, she answered me, that's a question I'll refuse
say how can I get married, I've neither shawl nor shoes
And if my father hears your talk, it's your bones he'll surely crush
He's known among the tinkers, he's McDonald the fighting thrush

In the streets of Ballyfarnin was our second place to meet
Insulting decent people and walking on their feet
Oh, for I was taken prisoner and thrown into the barracks cell
A special court was held on me and the fine was very small
And I rummaged all my pockets not a cent could find it all

And before I go to jail, my grandmother has pawned her shawl
Oh, for now I'm living in Carricktown on gammy a gentleman
My wife is known through this country, oh, and she's called Lady Anne
My sons they are like bank clerks, the proudest of the day
And where would you get the equals of Patrick and P.J.