THE ADVENTURES OF KING BRIAN CONNORS
lad about Lord Skipperbeg’s lovely daughter and the farmer’s only son.” Stretching his legs an’ wagging his head, he sang:
“Her cheeks were like the lily white,
Her neck was like the rose.”
Her neck was like the rose.”
“Oh, my! oh, my!” said the King, surprised, “was her neck as red as that?”
“By no manes,” said Darby. “I med a mistake; ’twas this away:
“Her neck was like the lily white,
Her cheeks were like the rose,
She quickly doffed her silk attire
And donned a yeoman’s clothes.
Her cheeks were like the rose,
She quickly doffed her silk attire
And donned a yeoman’s clothes.
“‘Rise up, rise up, my farmer’s son,
Rise up thrue love,’ says she,
‘We’ll fly acrost the ragin’ main
Unto Amer-i⸺’”
Rise up thrue love,’ says she,
‘We’ll fly acrost the ragin’ main
Unto Amer-i⸺’”
“Have done you’re fooling, Darby,” says Maureen; “you have the King bothered.”
“I wisht you hadn’t shtopped him, agra,” says the King. “I niver heard that song before, an’ it promised well. I’m fond of love songs,” he says.
“But the omadhaun,” coaxed the colleen.
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