"Ay so, a wee house, An' three acres av green; A cow for to milk, An' the farm av Crausheen! There' peat in her stack, There' hay in her shed;— Ay, a pony an' cart, An' a welcome to wed!" "No acres av green, Nor farm av Crausheen, 'Ill ever, I'm thinkin', Make wed yer Paudeen!" "I've ne'er a wee house, Nor three acres av green; No cow for to milk, Nor a farm like Crausheen!" "If sorra a sod, A wisp, or a cow, Troth, there's goold in the coils That's a twinin' yer brow! We'll pace the boreen, An' covet Crausheen." "'Tis love ye'll be weddin', I doubt, my Paudeen!" "There' ne'er a wee house Och the day on Crausheen— 'Tis trains I hear tell Winds along the boreen! There' goold in our Bank, There' stock an' there' share;— Ay, an' linger av goold In the dusk av yer hair! Three acres av green— Wee house av Crausheen! 'Tis mistin' we see them From Broadway—Maureen!" |