When Mary sat down on my lap
A tremor ran through every bit of me,
My heart ’gin my ribs gave a rap
As if it was going to be quit of me.
I tried just a few words to say
To show the delight and the pride of me,
But my tongue was as dry in a way
As if I’d a bonfire inside of me.
And there sat the cailin as mild
As if nothing at all was gone wrong with me,