Sabine Farmer's Serenade, The by Father Prout — Stanza

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Sabine Farmer's Serenade, The

by Father Prout

I

'Twas on a windy night,

At two o'clock in the morning,

An Irish lad so tight,

All wind and weather scorning,

At Judy Callaghan's door.

Sitting upon the palings,

His love-tale he did pour,

And this was part of his wailings:-

Only say

You'll be Mrs. Brallaghan;

Don't say nay,

Charming Judy Callaghan.

II

Oh! list to what I say,

Charms you've got like Venus;

Own your love you may,

There's but the wall between us.

You lie fast asleep

Snug in bed and snoring;

Round the house I creep,

Your hard heart imploring.

Only say

You'll have Mr. Brallaghan;

Don't say nay,

Charming Judy Callaghan.

III

I've got a pig and a sow,

I've got a sty to sleep 'em

A calf and a brindled cow,

And a cabin too, to keep 'em;

Sunday hat and coat,

An old grey mare to ride on,

Saddle and bridle to boot,

Which you may ride astride on.

Only say

You'll be Mrs. Brallaghan;

Don't say nay,

Charming Judy Callaghan.

IV

I've got an acre of ground,

I've got it set with praties;

I've got of 'baccy a pound,

I've got some tea for the ladies;

I've got the ring to wed,

Some whisky to make us gaily;

I've got a feather bed

And a handsome new shillelagh.

Only say

You'll have Mr. Brallaghan;

Don't say nay,

Charming Judy Callaghan.

V

You've got a charming eye,

You've got some spelling and reading

You've got, and so have I,

A taste for genteel breeding;

You're rich, and fair, and young,

As everybody's knowing;

You've got a decent tongue

Whene'er 'tis set a-going.

Only say

You'll be Mrs. Brallaghan;

Don't say nay,

Charming Judy Callaghan.

VI

For a wife till death

I am willing to take ye;

But, och! I waste my breath,

The devil himself can't wake ye.

'Tis just beginning to rain,

So I'll get under cover;

To-morrow I'll come again,

And be your constant lover.

Only say

You'll be Mrs. Brallaghan;

Don't say nay,

Charming Judy Callaghan.