Air—The Swaggering Jig.
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Oh! the marriage, the marriage,
With love and mo bhuachaill for me,
The ladies that ride in a carriage
Might envy my marriage to me;
For Eoghan[84] ] is straight as a tower,
And tender, and loving, and true;
He told me more love in an hour
Than the Squires of the county could do.