Larry. And, by the powers, so did I; and if a man don't fall into one of the beautiful bogs that Cupid has digged there, faith he may stand without tumbling, though he runs over all the world beside. Och, the creatures, I can see them now—
Kate. Such sparkling eyes—
Larry. Rosy cheeks—
Kate. Pouting lips—
Larry. Tinder hearts! Och, sweet Ireland!
Kate. Aye, it was there that I fixed my affections after all my wanderings.
Song.—Kate.
Young Edward, through many a distant place,
Had wandering pass'd, a thoughtless ranger;
And, cheer'd by a smile from beauty's face,
Had laugh'd at the frowning face of danger.
Fearless Ned,
Careless Ned,
Never with foreign dames was a stranger;
And huff,
Bluff,
He laugh'd at the frowning face of danger.
But journeying on to his native place,
Through Ballinamoné pass'd the stranger;
Where, fix'd by the charms of Katy's face,
He swore he'd no longer be a ranger,
Pretty Kate,
Witty Kate,
Vow'd that no time could ever change her;
And kiss,
Bliss—
O, she hugg'd to her heart the welcome stranger.
Larry. How's that? Ballinamoné, Kate, did you say, Kate?