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Who long’d to be kissing this sweet creature of Drogheda,
But she lik’d none so well as young Paudien O’Rafferty
Fol, lol, lol, &c.
Now to think upon this, faith it made me conceited,
I went near the fire where Miss Biddy was seated ;
She look’d like an angel when knitting her stocking O,
I drew close my chair, and laid hold of her bottom O*.
Fol, lol, lol, &c.
When I found myself close by my darling a sitting
Says I, my dear creature, come throw by your knitting
And listen a while till I tell you how I love you, why,
And how much I adore you, Miss Biddy O’Dogherty
Fol, lol, lol, &c.
O can’t you be aisy, Pat, don’t be a teasing.
You’ve pull’d out my needles, you see, by your wheezing;
I’ve dropt all the stitches, you’ve quite spoil’d the stocking O,
The dickens is in you, pray let go my bottom O.
Fol, lol, lol, &c.
Her mother came running to us in the kitchen.
To see if Miss Biddy was minding her knitting;
Says she, what are you doing there, Paudien O’Rafferty?
Faith, I’m courting your daughter, Miss Biddy O'Dogherty.
Fol, lol, lol,.&c.
Her nose grew as red’s a big turkey cock’s snout;
Says she, my young Pat, have I now found you out!
*From a bottom of thread the knitter is supplied.
