The Sailor's Tragedy (1825)/The Irish Wedding

THE IRISH WEDDING.

Sure wont you hear what roving cheer,
Was spread at Paddy's wedding O,
And how so gay they spent the day
From churching to the bedding O?
First, book in hand came Father Quipes,
With the brides dad the bailie O:
While the chanter with his merry pipes,
Stuck up a lilt so gaily O.
Teddery, teddery, &c.

Now there was Mat and sturdy Pat,
And merry Morgan Murphy O:
And Murdoch Mags and Tirlogh Skags,
M'Laughlan and Dick Durfey O:
And then the girls rigg'd out in white,
Led on by Ted O'Reily O;
While the chanter with his merry pipes,
Struck up a lilt so gaily O.
Teddery teddery &c.

When Pat was asked if his love would last,
The chapel echoed with laughter Oː
Be my soul, says Pat, you may say that
To the end of the world, and after O.
Then tenderly her hand he gripes,
And kisses her genteely O:
While the chanter with his merry pipes,
Struck up a lilt so gaily O.
Teddery teddery, O.

Then a roaring set at dinner were met,
So frolicksome and so frisky O;
Potatoes galore, a skiriag or more,
With a flowing madder of whisky O,
Then round, to be sure, did'nt go the swipes,
At the bride's expense so freely O?
While the chanter with his merry pipes,
Struck up a lilt so gaily O.
Teddery, teddery,

And then at night O what delight
To see them capering and prancing Oǃ
An opera or ball was nothing at all
Compar'd to the style of their dancing O.
And then to see old father Quipes
Beating time with his shilelah O,
While the chanter with his merry pipes
Struck up a lilt so gaily O.
Teddery, teddery &c.

And now the knot so sucky are got,
They'll go to sleep without rocking O:
While the bride-maids fair so gravely prepare,
For throwing of the stocking O.
Dacadems we'll have says father Quipes,
And the bride was kissed genteelly O,
While, to wish them fun the merry pipes
Struck up a lilt so gaily O.
Teddery, teddery. &c.

 

FINIS.