Lanty Leary

LANTY was in love, you see,

With lovely, lively Rosie Carey;

But her father can’t agree

To give the girl to Lanty Leary.

Up to fun, “Away we’ll run,”

Says she; “my father’s so conthrairy.

Won’t you follow me? Won’t you follow me?”

“Faith, I will!” says Lanty Leary.

But her father died one day

(I hear ’twas not by dhrinkin’ wather);

House and land and cash, they say,

He left by will to Rose his daughter;

House and land and cash to seize,

Away she cut so light and airy.

“Won’t you follow me? Won’t you follow me?”

“Faith, I will!” says Lanty Leary.

Rose, herself, was taken bad,

The fayver worse each day was growin’;

“Lanty, dear,” says she, “’tis sad,

To th’ other world I’m surely goin’.

You can’t survive my loss, I know,

Nor long remain in Tipperary.

Won’t you follow me? Won’t you follow me?”

“Faith, I won’t!” says Lanty Leary.