One Sunday after Mass As Lawrence and his lass Through the green wood did pass All alone, and all alone. He asked her for a pogue, But she called him a rogue, And she beat him with her brogue, Ochone and ochone! At first my boy he bent, As if to take, content, His proper punishment. Small blame too, small blame! But on her purty foot, Unbothered by a boot, He pressed a warm salute. For shame! fie! for shame! Then Larry gets the worst, For she boxed his ears at first, Then into tears she burst, Ochone and ochone! But soon the artful rogue Soothed his crying colleen oge, Till she gave him just one pogue, All alone, and all alone!
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931), "One Sunday after Mass" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "One Sunday after Mass", published [1882?] [voice and piano], from the collection Songs of Old Ireland. A Collection of Fifty Irish Melodies Unknown in England, no. 39, arrangement ; London, Boosey & Co. ; dedicated to Johannes Brahms, August 1882 [text verified 1 time]
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