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 Then tenderly her hand he gripes,
 * And kisses her genteely O:

While the chanter with his merry pipes,
 * Struck up a lilt so gaily O.

Teddery, teddery, O.

Then a roaring set at dinner were met,
 * So frolicksome and so frisky O;

Potatoes galore, a skirrag or more,
 * With a flowing madder of whisky O,

Then round, to be sure did'nt go the swipes,
 * At the bride's expence so freely O:

While the chanter with his merry pips,
 * Struck up a lilt so gaily O.

Teddery, teddery, &c.

And then at night. O what delight,
 * To see them capering and prancing O:

An opera or ball was nothing at all
 * Compar'd to the style of their dancing O,

And then to see old father Quipes
 * Beating time with his shilelah O,

While the chanter with his merry pipes
 * Stuck up a lilt so gaily O.

Teddery, teddery &c.

And now the knot so lucky are got,
 * They'll go to sleep without rocking O: