Barney Brallaghan - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
BARNEY BRALLAGHAN. 
'Twas on a frosty 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'd have Mister Brallaghan, Don't say nay, charming Judy Callaghan. 
Oh, list to what I say, Charms you've got like Venus, Own your love you may, There's only the wall between us; You lay fast asleep, Snug in bed and snoring, Round the house I creep, Your hard heart imploring: Only say you'd have Mister Brallaghan, Don't say nay, charming Judy Callaghan. 
I've got nine pigs and a sow, I've got a stye to sleep them, A calf and a brindled cow, I've got a cabin to keep them; Sunday hose and coat. An old grey mare to ride on, Saddle and bridle to boot, Which you may ride astride on: Only say you'd have Mister Brallaghan, Don't say nay, charming Judy Callaghan. 
I've got an old Tom cat, Although one eye is staring, I've got a Sunday hat, A Tittle the worse for wearing; I've got some gooseberry wine, The trees have got no riper on, I've got a fiddle so fine, Which only wants a piper on: Only say you'd have Mister Brallaghan, Don't say nay, charming Judy Callaghan. 
I've got an acre of ground, I've got it set with praties, I've got of backey a pound, And got some tea for the ladies; I've got the ring to wed, Some whiskey to make us gayly, A mattress and feather bed, And a handsome new shelelah: Only say you'd have Mister Brallachan, Don't say nay, charming Judy Callaghan. 
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 every one is knowing, You've got a decent tongue, Whene'er 'tis set a going: Only say you'd have Mister Brallaghan, Don't say nay, charming Judy Callaghan. 
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, I'll come to-morrow again, And be your constant lover: Only say you'd have Mister Brallaghan, Don't say nay, charming Judy Callaghan.