Mary Callaghan And Me

It was as fine a churchful as you ever clapt an eye on; Oh, the bells was ringin' gaily, and the sun was shinin' free; There was singers, there was clargy--"Bless ye both," says Father Tryon-- They was weddin' Mary Callaghan and me.

There was gatherin' of women, there was hush upon the stairway, There was whisperin' and smilin', but it was no place for me; A little ship was comin' into harbour through the fairway-- It belongs to Mary Callaghan and me.

Shure, the longest day has endin', and the wildest storm has fallin'-- There's a young gossoon in yander, and he sits upon my knee; There's a churchful for the christenin'--do you hear the imp a-callin'? He's the pride of Mary Callaghan and me.