As he walked through the slobbery streets of Athy.
And each girl he passed bid “God bless him” and sighed,
While she wished in her heart that herself was the bride.
Hush! here’s the Priest—let not the least
Whisper be heard till the father has ceased.
“Come, bridegroom and bride,
That the knot may be tied
Which no power on earth can hereafter divide.”
Up rose the bride and the bridegroom too,
And a passage was made for them both to walk through;