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I med an' ould "caillach" I knowed right well on the brow / o' Carnashee: / "The top o' the mornin'!" I says to her. "God save ye!" / she says to me: / "An' och! if it's you, / Tell me true, / When are ye goin' to marry?" / "I'm here," says I, "to be married to-morrow, / Wi' the man to find an' the money to borrow."
"As sure as ye're young an' fair," says she, "one day ye'll / be ugly an' ould. / If ye haven't a husband, who'll care," says she, "to call ye / in out o' the could? / Left to yerself, / Laid on the shelf, -- / Now is yer time to marry. / Musha! don't tell "me" ye'll be married to-morrow, / Wi' the man to find an' the money to borrow."