He was the envy of men, and the women’s delight.
Now Molly Muldoon liked Jemmy O’Hare,
And in troth Jemmy loved in his heart Miss Muldoon.
I believe in my conscience a purtier pair
Never danced in a tent at a patthern in June,—
To a bagpipe or fiddle
On the rough cabin-door
That is placed in the middle—
Ye may talk as ye will,
There’s a grace in the limbs of the peasantry there