The story as a joke was telled by a fellow of mine in a tavern in Killkenny while drinkin' a lot of beer.
Had my guitar wid me, so after three or four next beers, we had dis song as it follows here.
Once upon a time a rover wild sat down by a country way
many a mile he'd gone on foot this sunny and beautiful day.
He look'd at first into his bag, but nothig there was to be found,
so, he turn'd back then and took a glance around.
Large there pastures were rich in green grass moist,
He was glad toe find the food which would nothing have been cost.
He dropped toe his knees and follered there where goats standing in a row,
and started gorging this grass green stark like a hungry cow.
Then a landlady had gone out from behind an ajar door,
looked at him, smiled and said „come foller me my poor”.
She smiled again and waved a hand, he quickly got toe his feet,
„there'll be a soup”, he gaily thought,”t'say nothing of the meat”.
She led him across the cabin of hers ,they stopped at some next door,
she pointed a hand toe a pasture next, „there's better grass my poor”