Macushla Mavourneen - The Wolfe Tones

Oh, the pig is in the mire and the cow is in the grass

A man without a woman true this world will sadly pass

Me mother likes the ducks and the ducks love the drakes

And little Biddy Mulligan, I’d die for her sake

For Biddy, she is fair as the flowers on the lea

She’s as neat and complete from her neck to her knee

We met the other night and me heart she surely stole

I set me Biddy down by the old bog hole

Macushla Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?

Oh grá mo chroí Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?

Macushla Mavourneen, oh married we will be

And be happy in the valley winding down to the sea

Oh, Biddy, she blushed and she hung down her head

«Say Barney, oh you blaggard, it’s you I’d like to wed

But you were such a rogue and you were such a rake»

«Don't believe it, now», says I. Sure, it’s all a mistake

«I can handle a hook and a shovel and a spade

I’ll keep you in potatoes and bacon with me trade

And turf I will procure, it’s better now than coal

And I’ll dig you to me knees in the old bog hole»

Macushla Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?

Oh grá mo chroí Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?

Macushla Mavourneen, oh married we will be

And be happy in the valley winding down to the sea

«Oh, children we’ll have, for I will to see to that

There’ll be Barby and Judy and Barney and Pat

And Mary so meek and Katie now so rough,»

«Oh Barney now, achora, don’t you think you have enough?»

«Oh no, me Biddy dear, I will not be content

Until I have a chiseler for ev’ry day of lent

And people will stare when we go for a stroll

And we go promenadin' down the old bog hole

Macushla Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?

Oh grá mo chroí Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?

Macushla Mavourneen, oh married we will be

And be happy in the valley winding down to the sea

«By the hokey,» says she, «I can hardly now refuse

For Barney, you’re the devil when the blarney you use

Me heart you have won with the picture you have drawn

If I knew that I could trust ya, I’d be married in the morn»

«Now Biddy, you can trust me, I’d never do you wrong

I’d give you a cuddle evr’y evening 'til the morn'

We’ll be happy and content if at first my heart you stole

And children we’ll contour from the old bog hole»

Macushla Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?

Oh grá mo chroí Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?

Macushla Mavourneen, oh married we will be

And be happy in the valley winding down to the sea