  O dear is Paudheen, blithe and gay, Upon a fair or market day; But far more dear a March morn clear, As in his boat he singeth gay! OrÓ wore, a-woreen! OrÓ wore, love, will you go, OrÓ wore, a-woreen! Golden hair, out for a row? He said and said—what did he say?— He said he'd come on Brigid's Day! But shirt and sock were in the crock; And so he couldn't speed away! OrÓ wore, &c. He said and said—what did he say?— He said he'd come on Patrick's Day! But coat and stock were under lock; And so he couldn't steal away! OrÓ wore, &c. He said and said—what did he say?— He said he'd come on Sheela's Day! Upon him, so he stayed away! OrÓ wore, &c. He said and said—what did he say?— He said he'd come on Easter Day! But at the knock he met a flock Of geese, that frightened him away! OrÓ wore, &c. He said and said—what did he say?— He said he'd come this very day! If he should mock, I pray some rock May wreck his corrach on the way! OrÓ wore, a-woreen! OrÓ wore, love, will you go, OrÓ wore, a-woreen! Golden hair, out for a row? P. J. McCall. FOOTNOTES: |
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