Shure I know the girl o’ girls;

And I’d make me heart the casket,

And her love the pearl o’ pearls.

She—Ah, thin, Barney dear, I’m thinkin’

That it’s you’re the honied rogue.

He—Faix, I’d be the bee a-dhrinkin’

From yer rosy lips a pogue.[59]

She—Is it steal a colleen’s kisses,

When it’s all alone she’s left?

He—Wor they all as sweet as this is,