All the lanes of Monaghan are heavy with blackberries
And the children carry cans
They fill them in the Summer sun
And sell them to the blackberry man
The Blackberry man has beady eyes
that ripen with the bee
He packs the fruits to the brim in barrels
and sends them o’er the sea
Now the Blackerry man is a happy man
With his house apon the hill
with his pony and trap and bright tweed cap
and men to run his mill
But happier far are the children there
Whose laughter greets the morning air
In the dew-grass lanes of Monaghan,
who fearing neither god nor man
Find the world on the rim of blackberry can
BY FREDDY ANDERSON
Smeddum's Hotpotch 