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| O, THE MARRIAGE, the marriage! | |
| With love and mo bhuachaill 1 for me, | |
| The ladies that ride in a carriage | |
| Might envy my marriage to me: | |
| For Eoghan is straight as a tower, | 5 |
| And tender and loving and true; | |
| He told me more love in an hour | |
Than the Squires of the county could do.
Then O, the marriage … | |
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| His hair is a shower of soft gold, | |
| His eye is as clear as the day, | 10 |
| His conscience and vote were unsold | |
| When others were carried away: | |
| His word is as good as an oath, | |
| And freely ’twas given to me; | |
| O, sure ’twill be happy for both | 15 |
The day of our marriage to see!
Then O, the marriage … | |
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| His kinsmen are honest and kind, | |
| The neighbours think much of his skill; | |
| And Eoghan ’s the lad to my mind, | |
| Tho’ he owns neither castle nor mill. | 20 |
| But he has a tilloch of land, | |
| A horse, and a stocking of coin, | |
| A foot for the dance, and a hand | |
In the cause of his country to join.
Then O, the marriage … | |
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| We meet in the market and fair— | 25 |
| We meet in the morning and night— | |
| He sits on the half of my chair, | |
| And my people are wild with delight. | |
| Yet I long thro’ the winter to skim | |
| (Tho’ Eoghan longs more, I can see), | 30 |
| When I will be married to him, | |
| And he will be married to me! | |
| Then O, the marriage, the marriage! | |
| With love and mo bhuachaill for me, | |
| The ladies that ride in their carriage | 35 |
| Might envy my marriage to me. | |
