“But, ah, darling, say that while you’re living,” says the ranting O’Shanahan Dhu.
James J. Bourke (1837–1894).
SHANE GLAS.
If you saw Shane Glas as he tramped to the fair,
With his fresh white shirt and his neat combed hair,
You’d never believe what a rake went by;
Why the girls—however he’s won them—the rogue—
Love the ground that is touched by the sole of his brogue,
And they follow him, ’spite of the old people’s cry—
“Sludhering Shawn, deludhering Shawn,