And often I have wish’d, love, that I was never born;
But the day is pass’d now, love, I know that it is gone,
To-morrow we will go to church, and there become one.
The Tail iv Me Coat.
I larned me reading an’ writing,
At Ballyragget where I wint to school,
’Twas there I first took to fighting,
With the schoolmaster Misther O’Toole;
He and I there had many a scrimmage,