Sweet Sugar Candy

Dear Judy my granny, was fond of the sweets, And she knew all the virtues of sugar so well; That for puddings or pies, sour trout, or sweet-meats, Aye, and choice apple-dumplings she bore off the bell: And then for preserving she'd got such a name, And at tossing a pancake was always so handy, That my grand-daddy took her to better his fame, And she us'd to call him her sweet sugar candy.

Whack fal lal lal, de ral la ral lal, lal de ral.

For granny ne'er thought grand-daddy was wrong, So she call'd him her sugar-plumb sweet, and what not; Then she patted his cheek and sung him a song, And bade him not make quite so free with the pot. But grand-daddy some how forgot what she said, And in lifting the pot to his mouth was so handy, That by some means or other he drank himself dead, And so there was an end of her sweet sugar candy.

With our whack fal lal lal, &c.

Poor Judy my granny, was now left alone, And the boys in Kilkenny all pitied her case; 'Till she cast a sheep's-eye on one Paddy Machone, So he led her to church, and the parson said grace: And Judy and Paddy so well now agree; For granny's a housewife so loving and handy, That he swears, och, she's all barley sugar to me, And she christen'd him, och, her dear sweet sugar candy. With a whack fal lal, &c.