Bone of my Bone.
Oh, Biddy, dear Biddy, I'm waiting for you:
There's your father he's feeding the hogs;
Oh, your mo’her has gone the old cow to pursue,
And is sticking quite fast in the bogs.
Then jump from the window right into my arms,
And we'll run off to Father Malone,
Whare, my darling, my jewel, I’ll gaze on your charms,
And we’ll then become bone of one bone.
Oh, don't be afraid of the leap my delight,
For below there's a large heap of hay,
And no one can see you, because it is night;
So jump down to me, Biddy, I pray:
For I’m sure, if you don’t, I shall die with the pain,
I shall sigh, I shall grunt, I shall groan.
Since you never can get such a sweetheart again,
Arrah, come and be bone of my bone.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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