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Dennis was hearty when Dennis was young, / High was his step in the jig that he sprung, / "He" had the looks an' the sootherin' tongue, -- / An' he wanted a girl wid a fortune.
Nannie was grey-eyed an' Nannie was tall, / Fair was the face hid in-undher her shawl, / Troth! an' he liked her the best o' them all, -- / But she'd not a "traneen" to her fortune.