Lanty Leary

Lanty was in love, you see,
    With lovely, lively Rosie Carey;
But her father can't agree
    To give the girl to Lanty Leary.
Up to fun, "Away we'll run,"
    Says she, "my father's so contrary.
Won't you follow me? Won't you follow me?"
    "Faith, I will!" says Lanty Leary.

But her father died one day
    (I hear 'twas not by dhrinkin' wather);
House and land and cash, they say,
    He left, by will, to Rose, his daughter;
House and land and cash to seize,
    Away she cut so light and airy.
"Won't you follow me? Won't you follow me?"
    "Faith, I will!" says Lanty Leary.

Rose, herself, was taken bad;
    The fayver worse each day was growin';
"Lanty, dear," says she, "'tis sad,
    To th' other world I'm surely goin'.
You can't survive my loss, I know,
    Nor long remain in Tipperary.
Won't you follow me? Won't you follow me?"
    "Faith, I won't!" says Lanty Leary.