Dear Judy, when first we got married|
Our fortune indeed was but small,
For save the light hearts that we carried,
Our riches were nothing at all.
I sung while I rear'd up the cabin,
Ye pow'rs, give me vigour and health!
And a truce to all sighing and sobbing,
For love is Pat Mulligan's wealth.
2. Through summer and winter so dreary
3. We've Murdoch, and Patrick, and Connor,
4. Dear Judy, I've taken a thinking,|
The children their letters must learn,
And we'll send for old father O'Jenkin
To teach them three months in the barn;
For learning's the way to promotion,
'Tis culture brings fruit from the sod,
And books give a fellow a notion
How matters are doing abroad.
5. Though father neglected my reading,
6. The man that wont feel for another,
7. Success to Ould Ireland for ever!|
'Tis just the dear land to my mind,
Her lads are warm-hearted and clever,
Her girls are all handsome and kind;
And he that her name would bespatter,
By wishing the French safely o'er,
May the de'il blow him over the water,
And make him cook frogs for the core!
In former editions this and the following stanzas were printed as a separate song, under the title of "Dear Judy," contrary to the intention of the author, as appears from his manuscript now before us.
In a letter to Mr G. Thomson concerning this song, 3d July, 1809, the author says, "The air designed for it is unquestionably Irish, and I believe some publisher on this side the water has given it the name of Sir John Scott's favourite."-- Editor.
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