While The Billy BoilsSearchTell me, what’s a girl to doWhen the gossoons court and cozen?Some have none and some have two,More can count a baker’s dozen.Mary, Mary, by and by,With the woman in you wakin’,Boundin’ heart and laughin’ eye,There’ll be murder, no mistakin’.
Cornered sits each captive ladGazin’ vacant at the rafter,Talkin’ wisdom with your dad—Faith, it isn’t him they’re after.Wisha, Mary, there you beNeat and sweet and fair and fetchin’,Heart-whole still and fancy-free!Yer’, Acushla, but ’tis ketchin’.
One can give you gold galore;Life with gilded gauds he’d smotherOne can give you something more,Love, that ne’er can love another.Boundin’ heart, and laughin’ eye,In the twinklin’ sunlight walkin’;Love, you tell me, passes by—Wisha, Mary, don’t be talkin’.