Olivia Veqqie

Well in the merry month of May, from me home I started. Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted. Saluted to father dear, kissed me darling mother. Drank a pint of beer, my grief to smother. Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born. Got a coat, black coat, to Bally's coast. And got a brand new pair of clothes. Rattling over the bogs an