I have a fiend who sings aversion of "a nobleman's wedding. There is a version of it in Sam Henry's Songs of The People. The last verse he sings: All sobbing and sighing she rose from the table All sobbing and sighing she went to her bed. And early the next morning, when the bride groom He awakened He went to embrace her and found she was dead.

Oh Annie, lovely Annie I knew you never loved me For your love and my love could never agree for I have seperated you from your true lover And that seperated the bark from the tree.

Pretty grim, but makes the point. Beidh Me/ ag caint libh ari/s le cu/na De/ Le meas, Bri/ain