So light to his shoulder swate Norah he flung,
So swift o’er the gutter before him he sprung,
“We are gone, she is mine, over post, rail, and bar,
They’ll have long legs that catch us,” said Paddy Dunbar.
There was rousing and growling in Mulrooney’s clan,
The Murphys and Donovans up and they ran;
There was racing and chasing, a deuce of a spree,
But the illigant Norah no more did they see:
So daring in love, and so plucky in war,
Och, a broth of a boy now was Paddy Dunbar.