Michael Maloney’s Serenade

Oh, Nora McCune! Is it draimin’ ye are? Is it wakin’ or shleepin’ ye be? ’Tis the dark of the moon An’ there’s niver a star To watch if ye’re peepin’ at me. Throw opin yer blind, shweet love, if ye’re there; An’ if ye are not, plaze be shpakin’; An’ if ye’re inclined, ye might bring yer guitah, An’ help me, me darlint to wakin’. I am lonely! Ahone! An’ I’m Michael Maloney, Awakin’ shweet Nora McCune. For, love, I’m alone, An’ here’s Larrie Mahoney, An’ Dinnis O’Rouk an’ Muldoon. I’ve brought them to jine in the song I’ll be singin’; For, Nora, shweet Nora McCune, Ye’ve shtarted me heart-strings so loudly to ringin’, One person can’t carry the chune! But don’t be unaisy, Me darlint, for fear Our saicrit of love should be tould. Mahoney is crazy, An’ Dinnis can’t hear; Muldoon is struck dum wid a could. Their backs are all facin’ the window, me dear; An’ they’ve shworn by the horn of the moon That niver a note of me song will they hear That refers to shweet Nora McCune.