Och! hone! Terry, come soon,
Or else I’ll get married some fine afternoon.
Dear Terry O’Reilly, I ne’er was a flirt,
Still Terence is handsome, and he’ll gain my heart;
Sure some one I must have, whose kindness will prove,
He’s devoted to me, and faith him I’ll love.
Och! hone! Terry, come soon,
Or else I’ll get married some fine afternoon.
Now, Terry O’Reilly, I am tired of sighing,
I’m wearied to death, sure, with fretting and crying;