She’d tell them their voices would far sweeter be
And the Gaelic they’d talk with a much greater glee
When they’d ate her nice jib and the lozengers too –
For she’d made them herself out o’ honey and subh.
With a pony and cart and a can of ice cream
Comin’ up right in front of her stan’ on the green
There HE halted and started to sell out his stuff
Right in front of ol’ Peggy who hadn’t enough
Of the space she should get for her two-shilling bit
That she’d paid at the gate for to get her ‘admit’.
Now Peggy resented this blocking the way
To the stannin’s of fruit and attractive display
An’ she told the wee man, just as nice as she could
That he’d have to move over a bit through the wood
‘There’s plenty o’ liberty and room for us all
An’ the field’s wide enough, that surely you see
Without trying to crush out a creature like me-
So a’ll ask you to move a bit farther, a chroi.’
But the man wouldn’t move, not an inch, so he said
For permission to sell, his two bob he had paid
‘I’ve just as good right to be here, as have you
So it’s here I will stay! Ye may talk till ye’re blue!’
Well at that me boul’ Peggy filled up like a ball
An’ she looked at him fierce as she tightened her shawl
She lifted a weight out from under the stand
With a grip that was strong – and she raised up her hand
‘If you won’t move an inch, then be this an’ be that
It’s yer corpse ‘ill be in it, ye wee yaller brat
For as sure as I live an’ that Peggy’s me name
A’ll smash up yer cart an’ yer ratten ice crame!
To think a wee scaltan from God knows where
‘ll come into the country an’ try for a dare
Take bread ou’r the mouth of a creature so lone
That’s sellin’ her sweeties that’s all made at home.
If ye don’t clear away with yer cart and yer can
An’ yer ratten oul’ stuff that ye brought from
Or wherever ye come from – now, OFF outta this
Before ye’re a corpse, for me aim doesn’t miss!’
Conclusion later……