Oró Mhór, a Mhóirín
O dear is Paudheen, blithe and gay,
Upon a fair or market day;
But far more dear a March morn clear,
As in his boat he singeth gay!
Oró wore, a-woreen!
Oró wore, love, will you go,
Oró wore, a-woreen!
Golden hair, out for a row?
He said and said—what did he say?—
He said he'd come on Brigid's Day!
But shirt and sock were in the crock;
And so he couldn't speed away!
Oró wore, &c.
He said and said—what did he say?—
He said he'd come on Patrick's Day!
But coat and stock were under lock;
And so he couldn't steal away!
Oró wore, &c.
He said and said—what did he say?—
He said he'd come on Sheela's Day![119]
But Borna Rock fell with a shock
Upon him, so he stayed away!
Oró wore, &c.
He said and said—what did he say?—
He said he'd come on Easter Day!
But at the knock he met a flock
Of geese, that frightened him away!
Oró wore, &c.
He said and said—what did he say?—
He said he'd come this very day!
If he should mock, I pray some rock
May wreck his corrach on the way!
Oró wore, a-woreen!
Oró wore, love, will you go,
Oró wore, a-woreen!
Golden hair, out for a row?
P. J. McCall.
FOOTNOTES:
[119] The day after St. Patrick's Day.