Ok this is my best effort - I'm not 100% sure of some of the placenames the ones I recognize are in Kildare, Laois and Offally locations for Bord na Mona bogs. A briquette is a machine shaped piece of turf used to light fires in peoples grates - before we all got central heating.

The Bord na Mona Man (Christy Moore)

She spent seven days creatin' the world, and the sun and moon and stars.
The Plough and the Milky Way, then Jupiter and Mars
And then she opened up her ribcage, pulled out a little man
Let him out near Timahoe, that's where it all began.

As to why she picked the short grass, God only knows
Life began for the little man without a stitch of clothes.
Go forth said she and multiply God ma'm and I will begob.
What better place to start the race than below Bagowlin(?)'s Bog

CHORUS:
Don't you know, he's a whore (pr. hoor) to go
Once he gets his foot half in the door.
Sound as a bell
He'll work like hell
Hire him if you can
I hear tell he's great and you'll never beat (pr bate)
The Bord na Mona Man


At the edge of Tankred's garden he built a lovely cell
Where contemplated Limbo, then Purgatory and Hell.
With the barbed wire in his underpants he found it hard to sleep.
All he had for company was jockey boys and sheep.

When he converted Moorfield, Raheens and Ballytore
He set sail out the Grand Canal 'til he came to Lullymore.
Where he broke up the bordellos and he smashed the poteen stills
introduced the humble briquette (pr to rhyme with cricket) around the sandy hills

Don't you know, he's a whore to go
Once he gets his foot half in the door.
Sound as a bell
He'll work like hell
Hire him if you can
I hear tell he's great and you'll never beat
The Bord na Mona Man


Way back in the sixties when the world was facin' ruin
And the east and west were neck and neck to be first on the moon.
Buzz Aldrin steered the spaceship down on the moon to land
Who was there to hold the ladder, but the Bord na Mona man.

He opened up the Klondike and blazed the Yukon Trail,
Crushed grapes in California before Columbus had set sail
He drank tea on top of Everest before Hillary was born
Blindfold around the north face, and backstroke around the Horn

Don't you know, he's a whore to go
Once he gets his foot half in the door.
Sound as a bell
He'll work like hell
Hire him if you can
I hear tell he's great and you'll never beat
The Bord na Mona Man

[mouth music]

Lilting the reel The Sally Gardens
[repeat chorus]

The tunbe of the song is used for "The Westmeath Bachelor" and probably lots of other songs.