Hello
I have a different third verse of Eileen O'Grady - from a recording made by Ottilie Patterson in the late 50s...

When at last she consented I felt quite contented
For to me twas a moment of bliss
As we drove through Killarney without any blarney
From Eileen a stole a sweet kiss
Be both sat together like birds of a feather
Well whisper I'll tell what was said
She promised begorrah to share joy and sorrow
So to her I'll sing when we're wed


Great to hear about a writer. I"m heading now to search him out.