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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 345 |
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THE GRAND MATCH
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ENNIS was hearty when Dennis was young, High was his step in the jig that he sprung, He had the looks an' the sootherin tongue,— An' he wanted a girl wid a fortune.
Nannie was gray-eyed an' Nannie was tall, Fair was the face hid in-undher her shawl, Troth ! an' he liked her the best o' them all,— But she'd not a traneen to her fortune.
He be to look out for a likelier match, So he married a girl that was counted a catch, An' as ugly as need be, the dark little patch,— But that was a trifle, he tould her.
She brought him her good-lookin' gold to admire, She brought him her good-lookin' cows to his byre, But far from good-lookin' she sat by his fire,— An' paid him that " thrifle " he tould her.
He met pretty Nan when a month had gone by, An' he thought like a fool to get round her he'd try; Wid a smile on her lip an' a spark in her eye, She said, " How is the woman that owns ye? "
Och, never be tellin' the life that he's led ! Sure many's the night that he'll wish himself dead, For the sake o' two eyes in a pretty girl's head,— An' the tongue o' the woman that owns him. |
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