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1Oh! Phaudrig Crohoore was the broth of a boy,
2 An’ he stood six foot eight;
3An' his arm was as round as another man's thigh -
4 ‘Tis Phaudrig was great.
51
6An' his hair was as black as the shadows of night.
7 An' hung over the scars left by many a fight;
8An' his voice, like the thunder, was deep, strong, and loud,
9 An' his eye like the lightning from under the cloud.
102
113An' all the girls liked him, for he could spake civil,Oh, Phaudhrig Crohoore was the broth of a boy,
124 An' sweet when he liked it, for he was the divil. And he stood six foot eight,
135An' there wasn't a girl from thirty-five under,And his arm was as round as another man's thigh,
146 Divil a matter how cross, but he could get round her. 'Tis Phaudhrig was great,--
157
168But of all the sweet girls that smiled on him but oneAnd his hair was as black as the shadows of night,
179 Was the girl of his heart, an' he loved her alone;And hung over the scars left by many a fight ;
1810For warm as the sun, as the rock firm and sure,And his voice, like the thunder, was deep, strong, and loud,
1911 Was the love of the heart of Phaudrig Crohoore.And his eye like the lightnin' from under the cloud.
12
13And all the girls liked him, for he could spake civil,
14And sweet when he chose it, for he was the divil.
15An' there wasn't a girl from thirty-five undher,
16Divil a matter how crass, but he could come round her.
17
18But of all the sweet girls that smiled on him, but one
19Was the girl of his heart, an' he loved her alone.
20An' warm as the sun, as the rock firm an' sure,
21Was the love of the heart of Phaudhrig Crohoore,
2022An' he'd die for one smile from his Kathleen O'Brien,An' he'd die for one smile from his Kathleen O'Brien,
2123 For his love, like his hatred, was strong as the lion.For his love, like his hatred, was sthrong as the lion.
2224
2325But Michael O'Hanlon loved Kathleen as wellBut Michael O'Hanlon loved Kathleen as well
2426 As he hated Crohoore, an' that same was like hell.As he hated Crohoore, an' that same was like hell.
2527But O'Brien liked him, for they were the same parties,But O'Brien liked <i>him</i>, for they were the same parties,
2628 The O'Hanlons, O'Briens, and Murphys and Cartys;The O'Briens, O'Hanlons, an' Murphys, and Cartys--
2729
2830An' they all went together and hated Crohoore,An' they all went together an' hated Crohoore,
2931 For it’s many's the batin’ he gave them before.For it's many the batin' he gave them before--
3032An' O'Hanlon made up to O'Brien, an' says he:An' O'Hanlon made up to O'Brien, an' says he,
3133 "I'll marry your daughter if you'll give her to me.”I'll marry your daughter, if you'll give her to me,--
3234
3335An' the match was made up, an' when Shrovetide came onAnd the match was made up, an' when Shrovetide came on,
3436 The company assembled, three hundred, if one;The company assimbled three hundred if one,--
3537There was all the O’Hanlons, an’Murphys, an’ Cartys,There was all the O'Hanlons, an' Murphys, an' Cartys,
3638 An’ the young boys an' girls of all of them parties.An' the young boys an' girls av all o' them parties.
39An' the O'Briens, av coorse, gathered strong on that day
40An' the pipers an' fiddlers were tearin' away,
41There was roarin', an' jumpin', an' jiggin', an' flingin',
42An' jokin', an' blessin', an' kissin', an' singin',
3743
3844The O'Briens, of course, gather'd strong on that day,An' they wor all laughin', why not to be sure,
3945 An' the pipers an' fiddlers were tearin' away;How O'Hanlon came inside of Phaudhrig Crohoore,
4046There was roarin’, and’ jumpin’, and jiggin’, an’ flingin’,An' they all talked an' laughed the length of the table,
4147 An’ jokin’, and blessin’, and kissin’, an’ singin’.Atin' an' dhrinkin' all while they wor able,
48And with pipin' an' fiddlin' an' roarin' like tundher,
49Your head you'd think fairly was splittin' asundher ;
4250
4351An' they wor all laughin’; why not, to be sure?And the priest called out, "silence, ye blackguards, agin,"
4452 That O'Hanlan came inside of Phaudrig Crohoore;An' he took up his prayer-book, just goin' to begin,
4553An' they talk'd an’ they laugh'd the length of the table,An' they all held their tongues from their funnin' and bawlin',
4654 Atin’ an’ drinkin’ all while they were able;So silent you'd notice the smallest pin fallin';
47An’ with pipin' and fiddlin' and roarin' like thunder,
48 Your head you'd think fairly was splittin’ asunder.
4955
5056An' the priest call’d out, "Silence, ye blackguards, agin.”An' the priest was just beginin' to read, whin the door
5157An' he took up his prayer-book just goin' to begin.Sprung back to the wall, and in walked Crohoore,
52An' they all held their tongues from their funnin’ an’ bawlin’,
53So silent you'd notice the smallest pin fallin'.
5458
5559And the priest was just beginnin' to read, when the doorOh! Phaudhrig Crohoore was the broth of a boy,
5660 Sprang back to the wall, an' in walk'd Crohoore. An' he stood six foot eight,
61An' his arm was as round as another man's thigh,
62 'Tis Phaudhrig was great,--
5763
5864Oh! Phaudrig Crohoore was a broth of a boy,An' he walked slowly up, watched by many a bright eye,
5965 An' he stood six feet eight;As a black cloud moves on through the stars of the sky,
6066An’ his arm was as round as another man's thigh,An' none sthrove to stop him, for Phaudhrig was great,
6167 'Tis Phaudrig was great.Till he stood all alone, just apposit the sate,
62
63An' he walked slowly up, watch'd by many a bright eye,
64 As a black cloud moves on thro’ the stars in the sky;
65An’ none strove to stop him, for Phaudrig was great,
66 Till he stood, all alone, opposite the sate
6768Where O'Hanlon and Kathleen, his beautiful bride,Where O'Hanlon and Kathleen, his beautiful bride,
6869 Were sittin’ so illigant out side by side.Were sitting so illigant out side by side,--
6970
7071An’ he gave her one look that her heart almost broke,An' he gave her one look that her heart almost broke,
7172 An' he turn'd to O'Brien, her father, and spoke;An' he turned to O'Brien, her father, and spoke,
7273An' his voice, like the thunder, was deep, strong and loud,An' his voice, like the thunder, was deep, sthrong, and loud,
7374 An' his eye shone like lightning from under a cloud.An' his eye shone like lightnin' from under the cloud:
7475
7576"I did not come here like a tame, crawlin' mouse,"I didn't come here like a tame, crawlin' mouse,
7677 But I stand like a man, in my enemies’ house.”But I stand like a man in my inimy's house,
7778In the field, on the road, Phaudrig never knew fearIn the field, on the road, Phaudhrig never knew fear,
7879 Of his foemen, an' God know, he scorns it here.Of his foemen, an' God knows he scorns it here ;
7980“So laive me at aise, for three minutes or fourSo lave me at aise, for three minutes or four,
8081 To speak to the girl I'll never see more.”To spake to the girl I'll never see more."
8182
8283And to Kathleen he turn’d, an' his voice changed its tone,An' to Kathleen he turned, and his voice changed its tone,
8384 For he thought of the days when he called her his own,For he thought of the days when he called her his own,
8485An’ his eyes blazed like lightning from under the cloudAn' his eye blazed like lightnin' from undher the cloud
8586 On his false-hearted girl, reproachful and proud,On his false-hearted girl, reproachful and proud,
8687
8788An' says he: "Kathleen bawn, is it true what I hear,An' says he, "Kathleen bawn, is it thrue what I hear,
8889 That you marry of your free choice without threat or fear?That you marry of your free choice, without threat or fear,
8990If so, spake the word, an' I'll turn an' depart.If so spake the word, an' I'll turn and depart,
9091 Cheated once, an' once only, by woman's false heart."Chated once, and once only by woman's false heart."
9192
9293Oh! sorrow and love made the poor girl dumb,Oh! sorrow and love made the poor girl dumb,
9394 An’ she tried hard to spake, but the words wouldn't come;An' she thried hard to spake, but the words wouldn't come,
9495For the sound of his voice, as he stood there forninst herFor the sound of his voice, as he stood there fornint her,
9596 Went cold on her heart, as the night-wind in winter,Wint could on her heart as the night wind in winther.
96An' the tears in her blue eyes stood tremblin’ to flow,
97 An’ pale was her cheek as the moonshine in snow.
9897
9998Then the heart of bold Phaudrig swell'd high in its place,An' the tears in her blue eyes stood tremblin' to flow,
10099 For he knew by one look in that beautiful face,And pale was her cheek as the moonshine on snow ;
101100That, tho' strangers and foemen their pledged hands might sever,Then the heart of bould Phaudhrig swelled high in its place,
102101 Her true heart was still his, an' his only for ever.For he knew, by one look in that beautiful face,
102That though sthrangers an' foemen their pledged hands might sever,
103Her true heart was his, and his only, for ever.
103104
104105An' he lifted his voice like the eagle's hoarse call,An' he lifted his voice, like the agle's hoarse call,
105106 An’ says Phaudrig: "She's mine still, in spite of you all."An' says Phaudhrig, "She's mine still, in spite of ye all."
106107Then up jumped O'Hanlon, an' a tall boy was he,Then up jumped O'Hanlon, an' a tall boy was he,
107108 An' he look'd on bold Phaudrig as fierce as could be;An' he looked on bould Phaudhrig as fierce as could be,
108109
109110An' says he: "By the holy before you go out,An' says he, "By the hokey, before you go out,
110111 Bold Phaudrig Crohoore, you must fight for a bout.”Bould Phaudhrig Crohoore, you must fight for a bout."
111112Then Phaudrig made answer, "I'll do my endeavor!”Then Phaudhrig made answer, "I'll do my endeavour,"
112113 An' with one blow he stretched bold O'Hanlon for ever.An' with one blow he stretched bould O'Hanlon for ever.
113114
114115In his arms he took Kathleen, an' stepped to the door,In his arms he took Kathleen, an' stepped to the door ;
115116 An’ he leap'd on his horse, an' he flung her before.And he leaped on his horse, and flung her before ;
116117An' they all were so bother'd that not a man stirred,An' they all were so bother'd, that not a man stirred
117118Till the galloping hoofs on the pavement were heard;Till the galloping hoofs on the pavement were heard.
118119
119120And up they all started, like bees in a swarm,Then up they all started, like bees in the swarm,
120121 An' they riz a great shout, like the burst of a storm;An' they riz a great shout, like the burst of a storm,
121122An' they roar'd, an’ they ran, an' they shouted galore;An' they roared, and they ran, and they shouted galore ;
122123 But Kathleen and Phaudrig they never saw more.But Kathleen and Phaudhrig they never saw more.
123124
124125Oh! Phaudrig Crohoore was a broth of a boy,But them days are gone by, an' he is no more ;
125126 An' he stood six feet eight;An' the green-grass is growin' o'er Phaudhrig Crohoore,
126127An’ his arm was as round as another man's thigh,For he couldn't be aisy or quiet at all ;
127128 'Tis Phaudrig was great.As he lived a brave boy, he resolved so to fall.
128129
129130But them days are gone by, an’ he is no more,And he took a good pike--for Phaudhrig was great--
130131 An' the green grass is growin' o'er Phaudrig Crohoore:And he fought, and he died in the year ninety-eight.
131132For he could not be aisy or quiet at all;An' the day that Crohoore in the green field was killed,
132133 As he lived a brave boy, he resolved so to fall.A sthrong boy was sthretched, and a sthrong heart was stilled.
133
134So he took a good pike for Phaudrig was great,
135 An’ he fought, an’ he died in the year ninety-eight;
136An’ the day that Crohoore in the green field was killed,
137 A strong boy was stretch’d, an’ a strong heart was still’d.

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