THE IRISH WEDDING.
TIM MALONY, Andy Bourke, and his cousin, Pat O'Rourke, Wid the bottle peepin' allly from his tails, Sir, Ooh, they follow'd wid a smile each his colleen up the aisle,
And they set down their shillalies at the rails, Sir.
And Father Tom McCoy, faith ! his Reverence was the boy That would hardly know the meaning of a deadlock ;
So he laid them out in twos, and you'd barely wipe your shoes Ere he had 'em nately jined in holy wedlock.
Oglin' and sighin' Comes aisy as lyin' But you'd want a shmart boy while the knot was a-tyin'.
Then each bridegroom steps aside to salute his bloomin' bride, When his Reverence cuts among 'em like a knife, boys ; " Is it so I see yez stand " (and he lets 'em feel the hand) " Each a-kissing of his neighbour's pretty wife, boys P" Says Malony, " Wirrasthrue ! oeh, whatever will I do ? Troth, I'd. like to see my wake this blessed minute !
For your Reverence had us mixt at the moment we was fixt,. And black bigamy's the shmallest taste that's in it!"
Oglin' and Conies aisy as lyin' But you'd want a shmart boy while the knot was a-tyin'.
Says his Reverence, in a heat, "Had ye neither bark non bleat— And obsarvin' how ondecently I'd jine yez ? Faith, I spliced ye so complete that another bair 'ud beat His Holiness the Pope to disentwine yez ! "
Then each bride she drooped the head, and says Andy, blushin' red, " Tho' they wasn't just the special girls we courted, We're so taken wid the charms of the colleens on our arms, Faix ! we'll stay the way your Reverence has us sorted!'
Oglin' and sighin' Comes aisy as lyin' But you'd want a shmart boy while the knot was a-tyin'.
TERENCE HOURIGIN.
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