Mrs. Roney, o, Mrs. Roney, o, do let me go,
I acted most ungrateful I own, and I know,
But the marriage bell is ringin’ and the ring you may see,
And this young man is a waitin’ says Mary, says she.
I don’t care three fardens for the parson and clark,
And the bell may keep ringing from noon day to dark.
Mary Brown, Mary Brown, you must come along with me.
And I think this young man is lucky to be free.
So, in spite of the tears which bejewed Mary’s cheek,
I took that young gurl to A’Beckett the Beak;