Mary McVeagh Long ago long ago when my hair was still curley there was many-a colleen on me cast an eye Pretty girls, pretty girls passing by late and early And they smiled as they passed but i did not know why Now time that old thief with his impudent fingers has banished their names and their faces away Ne’er a one ne’er a one in my memory lingers I’ve forgotten them all but for Mary Mc Veigh Nowadays , nowadays all my friends call me tubby And the few hairs I have are as bent as a skewer Ne’er a one , ne’er a one would have me for a hubby and I’d run out of breath if I tried to pursue her But when a man's rich he can take any notion to do as he pleases and none can say nay Once again, once again I crossed over the ocean to the village where I left Mary McVeagh Very fine, very fine are these civilisations With their water laid on and six lamps down the street All the same, all the same I don’t like alterations Nor their roofs of red iron and roads of concrete I turned to go back with small gains for my trouble When there on the pavement just over the way There she stood, there she stood while my pulses beat double The spirit and image of Mary McVeagh Just the same, just the same with her shawl and her basket And the same dear blue eyes staring up at my car When I said Won’t you tell me one thing if I asked it Now isn’t it Mary McVeagh that you are?” As the sun-gleam that runs across meadow and river When white clouds of April blow over the brae Once again, once again that bright smile made me quiver As she said , ‘sure Granny was Mary McVeagh” From Sam Henry’s Songs of the People : Henry noted:“Source not given”
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