From Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, Harding B 40(3):

COMING HOME FROM THE WAKE
[printed by Nugent, J.F. and Co.? (Dublin?), between 1850 and 1899.]

Young Nelly, the milkmaid, so buxom and gay,
Did always delight with young Roger to play.
One evening, resolved a dance for to take,
She asked of her mother to go to the wake.

"Now, Nell you may go, but I'll have you take care,
And of Roger's delusions, acushla, beware.
For unless this my counsel you rightly do take,
By my soul you'll remember coming home from the wake."

So dressed in her best, away Nell did steer
With pleasure, expecting young Roger was there.
They danced and they played like a duck and a drake,
So that was the sport they had at the wake.

The pastime being over, they home took their way,
Until they had come to some cocks of new hay,
Where he led her a dance, and says she, "For your sake,
My soul, I'll ne'er forget coming home from the wake."

In some short time after, poor Nell grew unwell,
And her mother says, "Tell me the reason, dear Nell."
Says Nell, "I can't tell, if my life was at stake,
Unless it was that cursed dance coming home from the wake."

Now, Nell, being a maiden of beautiful charms,
Always had a right to be aware of alarms.
So girls, by Nelly a warning pray take,
And take care how you dance coming home from a wake.