Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Irish Love Song
Irish Love Song.
Oh! what a beautiful bit of mortality,
Sweet Judy O'Flannigan is unto me;
The world must allow her angelic reality,
The like of my Judy I never shall see.
Sweet Judy O'Flannigan is unto me;
The world must allow her angelic reality,
The like of my Judy I never shall see.
Her manner is free from all low vulgarality,
So politely genteel, unaffected, and free;
To see her and think of a moment's neutrality,
You might just as well go dance a jig on the sea.
So politely genteel, unaffected, and free;
To see her and think of a moment's neutrality,
You might just as well go dance a jig on the sea.
Oh smile on me, Judy! with some partiality,
For the brains in my skull have been all set a-gee;
Else I soon shall be dead, that's an end to vitality,
Broken-hearted and murdered, your Paddy will be!
For the brains in my skull have been all set a-gee;
Else I soon shall be dead, that's an end to vitality,
Broken-hearted and murdered, your Paddy will be!
And pray, where the dence did ye get your morality?
Would you like your poor Paddy to hang on a tree?
Sure, Judy, that would be a bit of rascality,
While the daws and the crows would be pecking at me!
Would you like your poor Paddy to hang on a tree?
Sure, Judy, that would be a bit of rascality,
While the daws and the crows would be pecking at me!
Oh name but the day, without more botherality,
Then the happiest of mortals your Paddy will be;
Ere a year will go round, ye'll have more motherality,
And that the whole town of Kilkenny will see!
Then the happiest of mortals your Paddy will be;
Ere a year will go round, ye'll have more motherality,
And that the whole town of Kilkenny will see!
Then we'll laugh, dance, and sing with true conviviality,
While the rafters would ring to the noise of our spree;
And our hearts will be beating with congeniality,
When Judy and Paddy they married shall be!
While the rafters would ring to the noise of our spree;
And our hearts will be beating with congeniality,
When Judy and Paddy they married shall be!
Oh! what a beautiful bit of mortality,
Sweet Judy O'Flannigan is unto me;
The world must allow her angelic reality,
The like of my Judy I never shall see!
Sweet Judy O'Flannigan is unto me;
The world must allow her angelic reality,
The like of my Judy I never shall see!