Jackson and Jane

You Monaghan sportsmen I pray you draw near
To a few simple verses you quickly shall hear
It’s the deeds of a hero that lives near Ballybay
And they call him Hugh Jackson, I hear people say
His mill, kilns and barns, they do cut a great show
And his cloth to the North and the City does go
At bleaching and lapping he does beat them all
And his cloth was first approved of at the Linen Hall
And more of his praises I’m going to explain
So if you will assist me, I’ll sing about Jane
Search Ireland all over from Cork to Kildare
And you’ll ne’er find a match for Hugh Jackson’s gray mare
He went to the stable, to the mare he did say
'The hour is approaching and we must away
For a cup at Cootehill you have twice won with fame
And this day we are challenged, and you must run again'
She turned in her stable, 'Kind Sir, don’t you know
This cup is my own and I won’t let it go
For twice I have won it and I mean to do still
And we’ll roll it in splendour from the plains of Cootehill
The Jockeys were mounted and all in a row
And if you had a' been there when off they did go
The bets they were makin' ten guineas to four
That the cup back to Creeve would return never more