Best Byre Poems

Come in from the byre, Mag Hand
Sit you down there firnenst the coatstand, 
But first light the fire and
Throw on the dinner Mag Hand
Lave the Childer outside, 
ah shur look they'll be grand

D'ye mind the Carnival, Mag?
Don't be lettin' on that you don't
Shur you borrowed...

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