Talkin’ wisdom with your dad—
Faith, it isn’t him they’re after.
Wisha, Mary, there you be
Neat and sweet and fair and fetchin’,
Heart-whole still and fancy-free!
Yer’, Acushla, but ’tis ketchin’.
One can give you gold galore;
Life with gilded gauds he’d smother
One can give you something more,
Love, that ne’er can love another.