The ballybog

We now have to consider
The gibbet
They prayed
He would not requite his death
With storms or other
A bed full of fleas
Was more than merely witty

Then came the ballybog
Mud covered they rise
On their bulbous bodies
Arms and legs like sticks
Their neckless heads
Grunt and gibber

The boggies chased
The murderous crew
All covered in fleas
They griped and they whined
Covered in ballybog slime

With his arms stretched wide
And a mouth full
Of rotten teeth
The bog-a-boo was relentless

Each man who hung
Old Charlie up high
Grew stuck in the mud
Human sacrifices left to die

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