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The Intriguing Irishman.
The first of my pranks was at little Ratsbane,
Where love, faith, like whisky, popt into my brain,
For Ally M'Cullock, a sweet little soul.
As tall and as straight as a shever-man's pole.
Och, she was a sweet creature, with a bloom on
her face like a Munster potatoe. I met her going
to market one morning, with a basket under one
of her arms. Where do you come from, my
dear? says I. From Clanterduffy, Sir, says she.
And what's your name, my dear ? Ally M'Cul-
lock, Sir, says she. Och, what a soft beautiful
name.
To be sure then I told her a piece of my mind,
Till she left her old dad and the basket behind.
But soon I was dying for Mcllv M'Gree,
A sweet tender shoot, just come from Tralee ;
O sweet Molly, says I, do ease my pain ;
By St Patrick, says she, pray what do you mane.
Mane, says I, why to marry you, to be sure, my
dear. But do you tho' ? says she. To be sure I
do ; what do you think of me ? Oh, there's no
resisting ye, says she. So we were to be married
the next day.
But, as the devil would have it, a thick fog
came on ;
When I look'd for the church, oh, I found it
was gone.
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