Cot Pless Hur

Ere I had well grown to an age, Allowed young maids to marry, Three youths would fain my hand engage, And tried their suits to carry: Young Paddy first put in his claim, Then Sandy told soft tales, And Taffy, look you, sung his flame, And he came up from Wales, Cot pless hur, And he came up from Wales.

Och! I'm the crater, Paddy sung, Take me, I tell you honey, Hoot, hoot, cried Sandy, hold your tongue, I've, lassie, got the money; Well, I says, Taffy's cot no pelf, But hur will give, look you, Hur heart and soul besides herself, And hur will love most true, Cot pless her, And hur will love most true.

Now when I'd well their merits scann'd, To stop their further teazing, I e'en to Taffy gave my hand, The lad to me most pleasing; And now he's got me for a wife, So well we both agree, That few live half so sweet a life, As my dear Taff and me, Cot pless hur, As my dear Taff and me.