BILLY MOORE

I’m just a common working man with not a lot to say,

But there’s one or two quare funny things , I’ve witnessed in my day

And before my name is added to the long forgotten line,

I would like to place on record some experiences of mine.

I have given,for a living, forty years of honest toil,

I know the farming gentry, from Stranorlar to Knockmoyle,

Orangemen and Papist, I have served them rich and poor,

But I never served the’Divil’ till I met oul Billy Moore.

Now Billy was a mixture that was neither flesh nor fish,

And no matter how you cooked at him, he was not a tasty dish,

For the man was born twisted, and he kept the twist thro’ life

And it didn’t much improve him that he got a twisted wife.

Now Bill could neither read nor write, if that was any loss.

He wouldn’t know the difference ‘twixt the bible and a Pross,

When in a party argument with me he used to join,

I mind one time he argues that the Pope had crossed the Boyne.

The door of Church or Chapel he was never known to cross,

The time you spent in prayin’ was to him a total loss,

If he washed his face on Sunday, well, the rub was very light

He was just as black on Monday as he was on Friday night.

I worked a while for Billy and of this you might be sure,

I had no indigestion while I stayed with Billy Moore.

For he had a grand idea of an easy feedin’ plan

He said “ The air of Ireland was enough for any man”

I left him at the finish, and I’m thinking I had wit,

Had I stayed a little longer, Man, I wouldn’t have been fit,

I don’t know what the future holds, but one thing’s very sure,

It doesn’t hold another, like oul twisted Billy Moore.