BARNEY O’HEA.

Now let me alone, though I know you won’t, I know you won’t, I know you won’t, Now let me alone, though I know you won’t, Impudent Barney O’Hea. It makes me outrageous when you’re so contagious— You’d better look out for the stout Corney Creagh! For he is the boy that believes me his joy;— So you’d better behave yourself, Barney O’Hea. Impudent Barney— None of your blarney, Impudent Barney O’Hea. I hope you’re not going to Bandon fair, To Bandon fair, To Bandon fair, For sure I’m not wanting to meet you there, Impudent Barney O’Hea. For Corney’s at Cork, and my brother’s at work, And my mother sits spinning at home all the day; So no one will be there, of poor me to take care, And I hope you won’t follow me, Barney O’Hea. Impudent Barney— None of your blarney, Impudent Barney O’Hea. But as I was walking up Bandon Street, Just who do you think ’twas myself should meet But impudent Barney O’Hea! He said I look’d killin’, I call’d him a villain, And bid him that minute get out of my way. He said I was jokin’, And look’d so provokin’,— I could not help laughing with Barney O’Hea! Impudent Barney— ’Tis he has the blarney, Impudent Barney O’Hea! He knew ’twas all right when he saw me smile, For he is the rogue up to every wile, Is impudent Barney O’Hea! He coax’d me to choose him, For, if I’d refuse him, He swore he’d kill Corney the very next day; So for fear ’twould go further, And—just to save murther— I think I must marry that mad-cap O’Hea. Botherin’ Barney— ’Tis he has the blarney To make a girl Misthress O’Hea! Samuel Lover.