The Queen of Ardnaree (No.2)

The Queen of Ardnaree (No.2)

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DEAR Laurie, I’m glad to see by your song,

You made up your mind that time won’t be long,

Till you come to our hillside for your sweet bride,

To live happy forever by the Moyside;

You courted sweet colleens, of that well I know,

In fact, sure I think you’re a grand Romeo,

We’ll have a big wedding of Boxty and Tea,

The night you will wed in old Ardnaree.

The night of the wedding what fun there will be,

Although we are rationed in sugar and tea,

And I know of a damsel who has asked for the job

That the teapot keeps dancing all night on the hob;

For Mary will please you the way she can cook,

She is fit for a King, a Prince or a Duke,

Her thoughts and her wishes speed on to you, Laurie,

From her home on the hillside in old Ardnaree.

You may praise all the colleens from Cork to Strabane,

With their sweet rosy lips and their legs a sun tan,

And the way that they look when they powder and paint,

I declare to my God ’twould madden a Saint,

So beware, Laurie dear, before that you marry

Your future to be those things do not carry,

And you’ll love pretty Mary, from these she is free

That’s why she’s the pride of old Ardnaree.

Now come at once to this fair maid and your petition state,

Delays, you know, are serious, there’s an awful word called Late,

You think your love a secret is, and it is plain to see

That your heart is set upon the day she’ll take the name Gaffey;

And you’ll think of all the colleens that once to you were dear,

They never did or never will with Mary sure compare,

There’s now a flower in any bower more lovely than she,

And you’ll bless the day you came thee way for the Pride of Ardnaree.

                           Miss Taken

      Ardnaree.