The pig is in the mire, and the cow is on the grass, And a man without a woman through the world will sadly pass, My mother likes the ducks, and the ducks likes the drakes. Arrah, sweet Judy Flanagan, I’d die for your sakes. 
My Judy, she’s as fair as the flowers on the lea, She’s neat and complete from the neck to the knee, We met the other night our hearts to condole, And I sat my Judy down by the old bog-hole. 
CHROUS: Arrah cushla mavourneen, will you marry me? Arrah gra macree mavourneen, will you marry me? Arrah cushla mavourneen, will you marry me? Arrah would you fancy the bold bouncing Barney Magee? 
Judy, she blushed, and she hung down her head, Saying, Barney, you blackguard, I’d like to get wed, But you are such a rogue and you are such a rake, Don’t believe it, say I, it is all a mistake. 
To keep you genteel I’ll work at my trade, I’ll handle a hook, a shovel and spade, And the turf I’ll procure which is better than coal, And I’ll dig to my knees in the old bog-hole. 
Arrah cushla mavourneen, will you marry me, &amp;c. 
Fine children we will have, for you must mind that, There will be Darby, Judy, Barney and Patt; There will be Mary so meek and Kitty so bluff, And--Stop, stop she cries, Have you not got enough? 
I will not, says I, nor I won’t be content, Till once I have as many as there’s days in the Lent. How the people they will stare when we go for a stroll, When we are promenading by the old bog-hole. 
Arrah cushla mavourneen, will you marry me, &amp;c. 
By the hokey, says she, I can scarcely refuse, For Barney the blarney he knows how to use, He has bothered my heart with the picture he has drawn, If I thought I could trust you the job might be done. 
Holy murther, says I, do you doubt what I say? If I thought I could trust you I’d swear half a day, Oh no, she says, it’s of no use at all, And she gave her consent by the old bog-hole. 
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Then give me your hand, my joys and delights, Be aisy, you blackguard, until it’s all right, And when we are wed we’ll kiss and condole, And we will go to dig for eels in the old bog-hole. 
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