And I just as wake as a child,
To have her so cosy along with me.
My arm around her I passed
When I saw there was no one persaiving us—
“Don’t you wish, dear,” says I, at long last,
“The Dohertys always were laving us?”
The words weren’t out of my mouth
When the thieves of musicians stopped playing,
And the boys ruz a laugh and a shout,
When they listened to what I was saying.