Hand side, the Judgment Day!
I felt as airy as a lark that
Skies it from the ground,
To think she'd walk wid me, poor chap,
Wid only forty pound!
She took me arm, an' thrapsed wid me,
All down be Sackville Sthreet,
An' colleens beautifully dhressed,
In two's and three's, we meet,
An' men that grinned, a greenish grin,