Folk and Traditional Song Lyrics:
Salt

The Salt

The Salt

When I was a strapping young fellow
 Aged about seventeen
I hired meself to a farmer
 At the Horse Fair in Ballinascreen

His farm was way up the mountain
 There was nothing but heather and bog
And me job - sure I had to look after
 His chickens, his goat and his dog

Now me, the farmer and his mother
 We all lived in a tumbledown shack
His mother was well over ninety
With the bones sticking out of her back!

His poor mother she slept by the fire
 For the rain it came down on her bed
And when I'd get up every morning
 She'd be sitting there nodding her head!

The master was an awful oul skinflint
 His heart was as hard as a stone
He worked me from daylight till darkness
 In a month I was just skin and bone.

He fed me on nothing but "piners"
 He said they would make me a man
Well they damn nearly made me a dead one
 Eaten half raw off the pan

Now he had three oul hens and a rooster
 One day they all died in the coop
So he plucked them, he boiled them and salted them
 And we lived for three weeks on the soup!

Bad luck now it never comes single
 For the next day the nanny goat died
So he skint it, he boiled it and salted it
 And made a bodhran from the hide!

It was then poor old Neddy the donkey
 He broke his hind leg and suffered great pain
So he shot him, he skint him and boiled him
 And called for the salt once again

I thought, now, his mind was affected
 And meself, I was going insane
For when poor Fido died of distemper
 He called for the salt once again!

When I thought of what happened poor old Fido
 I couldn't sleep thinking that night
And when I got up in the morning
 I got a most horrible fright!

His poor mother was dead by the fire
 When I ran for the door he cried "Halt"
"Where are ye going so early?
 Come back here and help me to salt!"

Well I went through the door like a rocket
 Sez I  - I'll get out of this vault
I tripped in the yard with excitement
 And out he came running with salt.

I took to me heels like a cowboy
 I went over the hills like a hare
I never stopped running for a fortnight
And I never went back to a fair!

MR
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