Try this one Dick - sometimes called Dungarvan
Jim Carroll

The Lismore Turkeys.
Rec. from Martin Reidy, W. Clare.

One morning I chanced to go roving, it being in the sweet month of May,
When flowers they were blooming most charming is brilliant and blooming array.
I chance for to meet with that fair one, her aspect so free and so rare,
And she going to the town of Dungarvan at the very first dawn of day.

She hastened her person before me, I told her to take her ease,
But the more I advanced to discourse her, the quicker she swept away.
I quickly stepped up to this fair maid and I asked hew far was she going.
Or did she belong to Dungarvan, or where was her native home.

She says, "I belong to Lismore sir, some turkeys I have for sale,
And I'm going to the town of Dungarvin for this is our market day."
In sweet Cappaquinn I embraced her, we called for a cruishin lawn,
If I drank up a barrel of porter this damsel she payed for all.

When I found her so civil and jovial I thought I might make her my own,
I told her I owned a large far as long as the lease would hold.
Besides I have cattle and corn, I have money that nobody knows,
And I'll have you as snug and as warn as If you'd got all Lismore.

While Kathie and I were discoursing she would look at me now and again,
Her apron best she kept folding and twisting it up in a ring.
We called for another full jorum till Kathie and I were pleased,
And we slept till the market was over and the turkeys bye-and-bye got cheap.

"The curse of the crows may await you, you tricked me you naughty rogue.
Or how will I go home to my father, or how will I face Lismore?"
I'll have you before the recorder at Waterford town next March,
And I'll have you hung as or transported for trespassing against the law."