"That I have wed another, and him I cannot wed!
O put it to him gently, for great will be his pain,
That we'll never more be meeting on the Staball hill again."
They broke it to him softly, 'twas in a public bar,
A foaming pint before him, and on his brow a scar,
They broke it to him gently, and spoke it to him plain,
He needn't think to meet her, on the Staball hill again.
He swigged the pint before him, then heaved a bitter sigh,
"What? blow me, your a chaffin'!" "O divil a word o' lie!"