He was bold as a hawk, and she soft as the dawn.
He wished in his heart pretty Kathleen to please,
And he thought the best way to do that was to tease.
“Now, Rory, be aisy,” sweet Kathleen would cry,
Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye;
“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 plased that I am, and why not, to be sure,