Troth, till the day comes when you’ll be made wife o’ me,
Night, noon, and mornin’, my heart’ll be brack.
Kiss me, acushla! My darlin’! The life o’ me!
One more for luck!
William Boyle (1853).
HONIED PERSUASION.
“Terry O’Rourke, ’tis your presence that tazes me;
Haven’t I towld you so often before?
If you’ve the smallest regard for what plazes me,
Never come prowlin’ round here any more.