Judy Mccarty - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Judy McCarty. 
Come, all my hearty roving blades, Some fun you are expecting, And I will prove without any noise That I am not neglecting; You've heard the song of Biddy McGee, And how she coaxed poor Paddy, But another one you'll get from me About charming Judy McCarty. Whack fid la, &c. 
At Donnybrook fair I met her, Along with Michael McCarty, He handed her into a seat with care, Then soon I followed after; I asked her up to dance a jig. She danced it nate and hearty, It was then with love I felt quite big For charming Judy McCarty. Whack fal la, &c. 
I asked her would she be my wife, Or, would she be my darling? The best of husbands I would make, And plaze her night and morning; She said she would, and glad she was I took her from the party. That night was spent in devilment Hugging Judy McCarty. Whack fal la, &c. 
To go home then we did prepare, W e jogged it all the way, sir; We slept together that very night Until the break of day, sir; Next morning to the priest we went, Who tied us nate and hearty, That night was spent in devilment Hugging Judy McCarty. Whack fal la, &c 
Twelve months after we were wed, What do you think she brought, sir? But a pair of twins as like their dad, As ever soup's like broth, sir; And now I'll finish my little song, My song so gay and hearty; The Irish boys such devils are For getting the young McCartysl . Whack fal la, &c.