My Mother Has A Wee Red Shoe

My mother has a wee red shoe-- She bought it off a bacach-man; And all the neighbours say it's true He stole it off a Leath-brogan. Bacach-man, bacach-man, Where did you get it? Faith now, says he, In my leather wallet!

My father has an arrow-head-- He begged it off poor Peig na Blath; And Mor, the talking-woman, said She found it in a fairy rath. Peig na Blath, Peig na Blath, Where did you get it? Faith now, says she, In my wincey jacket!

My brother has a copper pot-- He tryst' it wi' a shuiler-man; And gossip says it's like as not He truff'd it from a Clobhair-ceann. Shuiler-man, shuiler-man, Where did you get it? Faith now, says he, In my breeches' pocket!