To give the girl to Lanty Leary.
Up to fun, “Away we’ll run,”
Says she; “my father’s so conthrairy.
Won’t you follow me? Won’t you follow me?”
“Faith, I will!” says Lanty Leary.
But her father died one day
(I hear ’twas not by dhrinkin’ wather);
House and land and cash, they say,
He left by will to Rose his daughter;
House and land and cash to seize,