He took her red hand, ere her mother could bar,
“Here goes for a jig now,” says Paddy Dunbar.
So big was his form, and so red was her face,
That nivir a stall such a couple did grace;
While the mother did fret, and the father did fume,
And the bridegroom lay drunk at the end of the room:
And the bride-gossips whispered, “’twere better by far,
To have matched our fair cousin with Paddy Dunbar.”
One wink o’ the eye, and one word in the ear,
When they reached the street door, and found the coast clear;