Rory O'Moore
Samuel Lover
1.
Young Rory O' Moore courted
Kathaleen brown,
He was bold as a hawk, and she,
soft as the dawn,
He wish'd in his heart pretty
Kathleen to please,
And he thought the best way
to do that was to tease;
"Now Rory by aisy" sweet
Kathleen would cry,
Reproof on her lip but a smile
in her eye,
With your tricks I don't know,
in troth, what im about,
Faith, you've teazed till
I've put on my cloak inside out,
"Oh! Jewel" says "Rory",
that same is the way
You've thrated my heart for
this many a day,
And 'tis plazed that I am,
and why not to be sure,
For 'tis all for good luck says
bold Rory O' Moore.
2.
"Indeed then" says Kathleen
"don't think of the like
For I half gave a promise
to soothering Mike
The ground that I walk on he loves,
I'll be bound"
"Faith" says Rory,
"I'd rather love you than the ground"
"Now Rory, I'll cry,
if you don't let me go,
Sure I dream every night that
I'm hating you so!"
"Oh!" says Rory
"that same I'm delighted to hear,
For dhrames always go
by conthrairies my dear;
Oh! Jewel, keep dreaming
that same till you die,
And bright morning will give
dirty night the black lie,
And 'tis pleased that I am,
and why not to be sure
Since 'tis all for good luck,"
says bold Rory O'Moore.
3.
Arrah Kathleen my darling
you've teas'd me enough,
And I've thrash'd for your sake Dinny
Grimes and Jim Duff,
And I've made myself drinking
your health quite a baste,
So I think, after that,
I may talk to the Priest:*
Then Rory, the rogue,
stole his arm round her neck,
So soft and so white,
without freckle or speck
And he look'd in her eyes
that were beaming with light,
And he kiss'd her sweet lips_
don't you think he was right?
"Now Rory leave off Sir_ you'll
hug me no more,
That's eight times to day
that you've kiss'd me befoire;"
"Then here goes another" says he
"to make sure
For there's luck to odd numbers"
says Rory O' Moore.
