“With your tricks I don’t know, in troth, what I’m about;
Faith, you’ve teased till I’ve put on my cloak inside out.”
“Oh! Jewel,” says Rory, “that same is the way
You’ve thrated my heart for this many a day;
And ’tis plazed that I am, and why not, to be sure?
For ’tis all for good luck,” says bold Rory O’More.
“Indeed, then,” says Kathleen, “don’t think of the like,
For I half gave a promise to sootherin’ Mike;
The ground that I walk on he loves, I’ll be bound—”
“Faith,” says Rory, “I’d rather love you than the ground.”