[Verse 1]
For the sake of health I took a walk one morning in the dock
I met a jolly turfman and I rowed as I did walk
A friendly conversation came between this man and Me
And that's how I came acquainted with the Turfman from Ardee

[Verse 2]
We chatted very freely as we waltzed along the road
He said "Me arse is tired and I'd like to shed me load
I've had no refreshments since I've left me home, you see
And I'm weary all the travelling" said the Turfman from Ardee

[Verse 3]
Said I "Old man, your cart is worn, your arse is vеry old
It must be twenty summers sincе that animal was foaled"
"[?] and tramped around September, forty-three
But he cantered from the midwife,” said the Turfman from Ardee

[Verse 4]
"Oh yes" he said "My cart is worn with tough old Irish wood
It must have been in use since the day of Noah's flood
The axle hasn't wanted grease in one year out of three
It's a good old Carrick axle" said the Turfman from Ardee

[Verse 5]
"Ah, yes I often hit his face with my rough hazel rod
But I must admit I never [?] poor old Jack unshod
The harness now thats on his back was made by Sam McGee
And he's dead this two and twenty years" said the Turfman from Ardee
[Verse 6]
We talked about our country and how we were oppressed
The ones we sent to parliament to have our wrongs addressed
I, no fit then these members, now are nothing more you see
"They are sure a dirty humbug" said the Turfman from Ardee

[Verse 7]
And then I heard a female voice that I knew very well
Politely asking this old man his load of turf to sell
I took that stately hand of his and bowed respectfully
And I hoped to meet some future day with the Turfman from Ardee