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And no damn loutll come courting thee or by the mother of the Holy1
    Ghost there'll be murder! 2
O, come all ye sweet nymphs of Dingle beach to cheer Brinabride3
    queen from Sybil surfriding 4
In her curragh of shells of daughter of pearl and her silverymonnblue5
    mantle round her. 6
Crown of the waters, brine on her brow, she'll dance them a jig and7
    jilt them fairly. 8
Yerra, why would she bide with Sig Sloomysides or the grogram grey9
    barnacle gander? 10
You won't need be lonesome, Lizzy my love, when your beau gets his11
    glut of cold meat and hot soldiering 12
Nor wake in winter, window machree, but snore sung in my old13
    Balbriggan surtout. 14
Wisha, won't you agree now to take me from the middle, say, of15
    next week on, for the balance of my days, for nothing (what?) 16
    as your own nursetender? 17
A power of highsteppers died game right enough      but who, acushla,18
    'll beg coppers for you? 19
I tossed that one long before anyone.20
It was of a wet good Friday too she was ironing and, as I'm given21
    now to understand, she was always mad gone on me. 22
Grand goosegreasing we had entirely with an allnight eiderdown bed23
    picnic to follow. 24
By the cross of Cong, says she, rising up Saturday in the twilight25
    from under me, Mick, Nick the Maggot or whatever your name 26
    is, you're the mose likable lad that's come my ways yet from the 27
    barony of Bohermore. 28
Mattheehew, Markeehew, Lukeehew, Johnheehewheehew!29
And still a light moves long the river. And stiller the mermen31
    ply their keg. 32
Its pith is full. The way is free. Their lot is cast.33
So, to john for a john, johnajeams, led it be!34