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 Who long’d to be kissing this sweet creature of Drogheda,

But she lik’d none so well as young Paudien O’Rafferty

Fol, lol, lol, &c.

Now to think upon this, faith it made me conceited,

I went near the fire where Miss Biddy was seated ;

She look’d like an angel when knitting her stocking O,

I drew close my chair, and laid hold of her bottom O*.

Fol, lol, lol, &c.

When I found myself close by my darling a sitting

Says I, my dear creature, come throw by your knitting

And listen a while till I tell you how I love you, why,

And how much I adore you, Miss Biddy O’Dogherty

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O can’t you be aisy, Pat, don’t be a teasing.

You’ve pull’d out my needles, you see, by your wheezing;

I’ve dropt all the stitches, you’ve quite spoil’d the stocking O,

The dickens is in you, pray let go my bottom O.

Fol, lol, lol, &c.

Her mother came running to us in the kitchen.

To see if Miss Biddy was minding her knitting;

Says she, what are you doing there, Paudien O’Rafferty?

Faith, I’m courting your daughter, Miss Biddy O'Dogherty.

Fol, lol, lol,.&c.

Her nose grew as red’s a big turkey cock’s snout;

Says she, my young Pat, have I now found you out!


 * From a bottom of thread the knitter is supplied.