Poor Mary as swift as a hare
Ran off ’mong the girls and hid herself,
And, except that I fell through the chair,
I fairly forget what I did myself.
The Dohertys scarce in New York
Were landed, I’m thinking, a week or more,
When a wedding took place in West Cork,
The like of it vainly you’d seek before.
Some day if my way you should pass,
Step in—I’ve a drop of the best of it;