“Now, Rory, I’ll cry if you don’t let me go;
Sure I drame ev’ry night that I’m hatin’ you so!”
“Oh,” says Rory, “that same I’m delighted to hear,
For drames always go by conthraries, my dear;
Oh! jewel, keep dramin’ that same till you die,
And bright mornin’ will give dirty night the black lie!
And ’tis plazed that I am, and why not, to be sure?
Since ’tis all for good luck,” says bold Rory O’More.
“Arrah, Kathleen, my darlint, you’ve tazed me enough,
Sure I’ve thrashed for your sake Dinny Grimes and Jim Duff;