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Rh Then says I to old Father O’Mazy, dear, Don’t my weddings and funerals please you, dear? Oh! says he, you blackguard, betwist church and churchyard, Why, you never let me be aisy, dear. When I lived, &c.

Oh, women! I live but to please you, dear, I’m the hero of Ballinacrazy, dear! I’ll marry you all, lean, fat, short, and tall, One after the other to please you dear. When I live!, &c.

And ye shall walk is silk attire, And siller hae to spare, Gin ye’ll consent to be my bride, Nor think on Donald mair O wha wed by a siken gown, Wi’ a poor broken heart? Or what’s to me a siller crown, Gin frae my love I part? And ye. &c.

I wadna walk in silk attire, Nor braid wi’ gems my hair. Gin he whose faith is pledg’d wi’ mine. Were and grieving sair. From infancy he lov’d me still, And still my heart shall prove How well it those vows fulfil, Which first repaid his love. I wadna walk, &c.