Captain Mullegan.
O Love is a plague by night and by day,
once that post you run your skull again,
Love it was for Kitty O‘Shea,
that bother’d the heart of Captain Mulligan,
Brisk and merrily, light and gay,
Stout and steadily, smart and readily,
Soft and funnily, blyth and bonnily,
Quite an Adonis was Captain Mulligan.
He was willing, she was killing,
soft she cried to brave O‘Mulligan,
O you jewel, cruel jewel,
willing, killing Captain Mulligan.
Shoulders rising over his ears,
face just like the moon in full again,
Legs in shape of a tailor’s sheers
you ne’er saw the fellow of Captain Mullegan
Limping, waddling Miss O‘Shea,
Glances twitching him, quite bewitching him,
Ogling bonnily—squinting funnily,
She was a Venus to Captain Mullegan.
O sweet Kitty!—you're so wltty,
softly cried brave Captain Mullegan,
O sweet Kitty!—pretty, witty Kitty;
pity poor Captain Mullegan.
When married, how they alter'd their tune,
love once so fierce faith soon grows cool again,
When that they had pass'd the sweet honeymoon
she blacken'd the eyes of Captain Mullegan,
Whiskey tippling night and day,
Scolding, fighting him—horns affrighting him,
Oh, be easy now! troth you're crazy now,
the devil be with you, then, Mrs. Mullegan.
Faith I knew it—I would rue it
sadly cried brave Captain Mullegan,
You're my gruel—-cruel jewel,
killing, milling Mrs. Mullegan.