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The Moy Fair
The poem 'The Moy Fair' (as referenced in the Appletree Press title Hiring Fairs and Market Places, by May Blair.Once you have read the poem, you can return to the Irelandseye extract from 'Hiring Fairs and Market Places', which quotes this poem:
THE MOY FAIR
Dalers flocked from far and near,Dalers fat and dalers thin,
Dalers from across the say.
Hokey sailor, dang it skin!
May Fair Day they swarmed like bees:
No hotel could take them in,
So they slept around the trees!
Hokey sailor, dang it skin!
Gipsies, tramps and quacks were there,
Begged and stole and peddled ware,
Varmints steeped in ivery sin,
Hokey sailor, dang it skin!
With the Moy none could compare,
But I’m feared its day has bin.
Goodbye, Ireland’s best horse fair!
Hokey sailor, dang it skin!
Motor cars now hould the Square,
Deeving people with their din.
‘Roar away for all I care!’
Hokey sailor, dang it skin!
Boys, them horses were a sight!
All decked out the eye to win,
Mane and tail straw-plaited tight.
Hokey sailor, dang it skin!
Man, about the ould horse fair
Some a thousand yarns could spin.
Soon ’twill be an ould man’s tale.
Hokey sailor, dang it skin!
Horses once did line the street.
Ach! it is a mortal sin,
Now a horse you’d hardly see.
Hokey sailor, dang it skin!
Return to the County Tyrone extract from the Appletree Press title Hiring Fairs and Market Places, by May Blair.
