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It was as fine a churchful as you ever clapt an eye on; / Oh, the bells was ringin' gaily, and the sun was shinin' free; / There was singers, there was clargy -- "Bless ye both," says Father Tryon -- / They was weddin' Mary Callaghan and me.
There was gatherin' of women, there was hush upon the stairway, / There was whisperin' and smilin', but it was no place for me; / A little ship was comin' into harbour through the fair-way -- / It belongs to Mary Callaghan and me.
Shure, the longest day has endin', and the wildest storm has fallin' -- / There's a young gossoon in yander, and he sits upon my knee; / There's a churchful for the christenin' -- do you hear the imp a-callin'?
He's the pride of Mary Callaghan and me.