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BARNEY BRALLAGHAN
On a night of June
A fine young Irish farmer
Thus takes up his tune,
Complainin' to his charmer;
“'Tis a twelve-month, Kate,
Since I first came courtin',
Yet my suit you trate
Still with cruel sportin'.
A fine young Irish farmer
Thus takes up his tune,
Complainin' to his charmer;
“'Tis a twelve-month, Kate,
Since I first came courtin',
Yet my suit you trate
Still with cruel sportin'.
Och, just say
You'll be Mrs. Brallaghan!
Don't say nay,
Charmin' Kitty Callaghan!”
You'll be Mrs. Brallaghan!
Don't say nay,
Charmin' Kitty Callaghan!”
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“Eyes, whose heavenly ray
Shot through shadowy fringes,
Cost me in one day
Twenty thousand twinges.
Dimpled chin and cheek,
Whose hue just sets me silly,
Since, 'tis hide and seek
Betwixt the rose and lily.
Shot through shadowy fringes,
Cost me in one day
Twenty thousand twinges.
Dimpled chin and cheek,
Whose hue just sets me silly,
Since, 'tis hide and seek
Betwixt the rose and lily.
Beauty's star,
Charmin' Kitty Callaghan,
That's what you are,
Sighs poor Barney Brallaghan.”
Charmin' Kitty Callaghan,
That's what you are,
Sighs poor Barney Brallaghan.”
“And though there's just a doubt,
If I've enough of cash, dear,
You've the lovely mout'
And I the grand moustache, dear;
You've the genteel taste,
And I'm the boy to hit it;
You've the perfect waist,
And I the arm to fit it.
If I've enough of cash, dear,
You've the lovely mout'
And I the grand moustache, dear;
You've the genteel taste,
And I'm the boy to hit it;
You've the perfect waist,
And I the arm to fit it.
So just say
You'll be Mrs. Brallaghan;
Don't say nay,
Charmin' Kitty Callaghan!”
You'll be Mrs. Brallaghan;
Don't say nay,
Charmin' Kitty Callaghan!”
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