Jackson and Jane - Paul Brady

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