RED-HAIRED MARY As I was going to the fair at Dingle One fine morning last July When going down the road before me, A red-haired girl I chance to spy. Well I went up to her, says I, "Young lady, Me donkey, he will carry two;" And she looked at me, her eyes a-twinkle, and cheeks they were a rosy hue. "Well I thank you kindly, sir," she answered, And then she tossed her bright hair, "Now seein' that you've got your donkey, I will ride with you to the Dingle Fair." But when we reached the fair at Dingle, I took her hand for to say good-bye, When a tinkerman stepped up beside me And he struck me right in my left eye! Chorus: "Keep your hands off red-haired Mary! Her and I are to be wed. We're seein' the priest this very morning, And tonight we lie in a marriage bed." Now I was feeling kind of peevish, And me poor old eye was sad and sore, So I tapped him lightly with me hobnails, And he flew back through Tim Murphy's door! Then a policeman, he came 'round the corner, And he told me I had broke the law. Then me donkey kicked him in the ankle, And he fell down and broke his jaw. Now this red-haired girl, she kept on smiling. She said, "Young sir, I'll go with you instead. We'll forget the priest this very morning, And tonight we'll sleep in Murphy's shed."
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