B RIDGID .

Ere the sun began to peep,
Out I wandered through our orchard.

R OSY .

Since you couldn't quiet sleep,
By the thoughts of Torlogh tortured;
For'tis rumoured how of late,
By his manly beauty melted,
With your pippen, plump and straight
At the boy in vain you pelted.

B RIDGID .

Yes! Saint Bridgid, for my sake
Interferin' with that apple,
Rolled it on to Rory Blake,
And we're goin' to the chapel.

R OSY .

So you've handsome Rory fast!
Girls, go set the secret spreadin',
That when solemn Lent is past
We shall dance at Bridgid's wedding'
Now, since all her news is out,
Nora, see can you discover,
Eastward, westward, north, or sout',
Where's the boy I'd make my lover?

N ORA .

Murt na mo you wish to wed.

R OSY .

Now that notion just be sparin'!
With a hornet at my head
I'd as soon hop over Erin.
Come, I'll give a handsome hint,
Girls, should set you rightly guessin'.
How is this? To school I wint,
Till my master learnt my lesson.

N ORA .

At the night-school — I've the whole —
With her make-believe-be-learnin',
'Tis the model-teacher's poll
That complately she's been turnin'.

R OSY .

Yes! I've clever Phelim fast.

N ORA .

Girls, go set the secret spreadin',
That when solemn Lent is past
We shall dance at Rosy's weddin'!