In case anyone is still interested in this particular version, I have made an attempt to transcribe it. There are a few gaps and doubtful words. I have boldfaced the words that are different from the version posted earlier:


MACUSHLA MAVOURNEEN
As sung by The Wolfe Tones on "Profile" (1991)

1. Oh, the pig is in the mire and the cow is in the grass.
A man without a woman through this world will sadly pass.
My mother likes the ducks and the ducks love the drakes,
And little Biddy Mulligan, I'd die for her sake;
For Biddy she is fair as the flowers on the lea.
She's as neat and complete from her neck to her knee.
We met the other night and my heart she surely stole.
I set my Biddy down ... by the old Bog Hole.

CHORUS: Macushla mavourneen, will you marry me?
Gramachree mavourneen, will you marry me?
Macushla mavourneen, married we will be
And be happy in the valley windin' down to the sea.

2. Oh, Biddy she blushed and she hung down her head,
Said, "Barney, now, you blackguard, it's you I'd like to wed,
But you are such a rogue and you are such a rake."
"Don't believe it now," says I. "Sure it's all a mistake.
I can handle a hook and a shovel and a spade.
I'll keep you in potatoes and bacon with my trade,
And turf I will procure—it's better now than coal—
And I'll dig you(?) to my knees in the old Bog Hole.

3. "Oh, it's children we'll have, for I will see to that.
There'll be Darby and Judy and Barney and Pat
And Mary so meek and Katie now so rough."
"Oh, Barney, now, achora, don't you think you have enough?"
"Oh, no, my Biddy dear, I do not(?) be content
Until we have a chiseler for ev'ry day of Lent;
And people will stare when we go for a stroll
And we go promenadin' down the old Bog Hole."

4. "By the hokey," says she, "I can hardly now refuse,
For, Barney, you're the devil when the blarney you use.
My heart you have won with the picture you have drawn.
If I knew that I could trust you, I'd be married in the morn."
"Now, Biddy, you can trust me; I'd never do you wrong.
I'll give you a cuddle ev'ry evenin' till the morn.
We'll be happy and content since(?) from first my heart you stole,
And children ... from the old Bog Hole."