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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SABINE FARMER'S SERENADE, by FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONY Poet's Biography First Line: Twas on a windy night Last Line: Charming judy callaghan. Alternate Author Name(s): Prout, Father Variant Title(s): Charming Judy Callaghan Subject(s): Farm Life; Love; Singing & Singers; Agriculture; Farmers | |||
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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KICKING THE LEAVES by DONALD HALL THE FARMER'S BOY: WINTER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE BELLS OF SHANDON by FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONY IN MORTEM VENERABILIS ANDREAE PROUT CARMEN by FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONY |
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