And he thought the best way to do that was to teaze.

"Now, Rory, be aisy," sweet Kathleen would cry,

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye, "With your tricks, I don't know, in throth, what I'm about,

Faith you've teazed till I've put on my cloak inside out."

"Oh! jewel," says Rory, "that same is the way

You've thrated my heart for this many a day,

And 'tis plazed that I am, and why not, to be sure?

For 'tis all for good luck," says bold Rory O'More.

when I coorted,

But now I'm a goose every day in

the week.

By the margin of the sea,

There, my wand'ring steps delaying, There a Siren sang to me;