York, you're wanted (1823)/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 ballie O:
While the chanter with his merry pipes,
Struck up a lilt gaily O.
Teddery, taddery, &c.
Now there was Mat and sturdy Pat,
And merry Morgan Murphy:
And Murdoch Mags and ⟨Tirloch⟩ Skags,
M'Laughlan and Dick Durfey O.
And then the girls rigged 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 O:
By 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 skirrag or more,
With a flowing madder of whisky O,
Then round, to be sure did'nt go the swipes,
At the bride's expence so freely O:
While the chanter with his merry pips,
Struck up a lilt so gaily O.
Teddery, teddery, &c.
And then at night. O what delight,
To see them capering and prancing O:
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
Stuck up a lilt so gaily O.
Teddery, teddery &c.
And now the knot so lucky are got,
They'll go to sleep without rocking O:
While the bride-maids fair do gravely prepare,
For throwing of the stocking O.
Dacadens we'll have says father Danes
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.