172. The Grand Match
Dennis was hearty when Dennis was young,
High was his step in the jig that he sprung,
He had the looks an’ the sootherin’ tongue—
An’ he wanted a girl wid a fortune.
Nannie was grey-eyed an’ Nannie was tall,
Fair was the face hid inunder her shawl,
Troth! an’ he liked her the best o’ them all—
But she’d not a traneen to her fortune.
He be to look out for a likelier match,