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BACHELOR BARNEY O'NEIL.
BACHELOR BAR'JEY O'NEIL,
Sung by William W. Reeve, comedian and comic vocalist, at the Theatres and Music-Halls.
Air—" Oh, dear, what can the matter be ?"
Och, botheration ! Miss Judy O'Flanagan,
Give me my heart back, and make me a man agin;
Such a conflict of passions I niver can stand agin—
Och, blur an' ouns ! what can I ail? My legs do so trimble, my teeth do so chatter; My heart is as soft as a basin of batter; Och, gramachree ! what the divil's the matter
"With poor Misther Barney O'Neil?
One evening alone in the fields I did meet her— "Och, Judy," thinks I, " yer a swate. lovely craiture.w Her cheeks were as round as a maily potatur,
Her step airy, light, and ginteel. Her glance was as keen as a dart or an arrow; In one moment it shot me right plump to the marrow And I felt like a rattlesnake in a wheelbarrow—
Faix, it bothered poor Barney O'Neil 1
Now after a twelvemonth of coortship I'd tarried,
I bothered her so to consent to be married:
She gave it, and quickly was to the priest carried,
And I there made her Misthress O'Neil. Our neighbors and frinds were all merry and frisky, And, afther partaking of lashings of whiskey, They bade us adieu, wishing joy to us briskly,
And a young Misther Barney O'Neil!
By night and by day did I swear I did love her, "While she swately promised she'd ne'er prove a rover; But the honeymoon scarcely a week had passed over,
When a divil was Misthress O'Neill At clawing, och! faith, not a woman could bate her; And thin, as to tongue, she'd the divil's own clatter; Och, sure, but I soon wondered what was the matter With poor Misther Barney O'Neil.