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Mick Maguire

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Oh, me name is Mick Maguire and I'll quickly tell to you Of a young girl I admired, called Katy Donohue She was fair and fat and forty and believe me when I say That whenever I came in at the door you could hear her mammy say Johnny get up from the fire, get up and give the man a seat Can't you see it's Mr. Maguire and he's courtin' your sister Kate Ah, you know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town Arragh get up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr Maguire sit down Chorus Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle Diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle Diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow Ah, you know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town Arragh get up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr Maguire sit down Now the first that I met her, was at the dance at Tarmagee And I very kindly asked her, if she'd dance a step with me Then I asked if I could see her home, if I'd be going her way And whenever I'd come in at the door you could hear her mammy say Johnny get up from the fire, get up and give the man a seat Can't you see it's Mr. Maguire and he's courtin' your sister Kate Ah, you know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town Arragh get up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr Maguire sit down Chorus Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle Diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle Diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow Ah, you know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town Arragh get up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr Maguire sit down Ah, but now that we are married, sure, her mother's changed her mind Just because I spent the legacy her father left behind She hasn't got the decency to bid me time of day That whenever I come in at the door you'd hear the ould one say Johnny come up to the fire, come up, you're sitting in the draft Can't you see it's ould Maguire and he nearly drives me daft Ah I don't know what gets into him, for he's always on the tare Arragh just sit where you are and never you dare to give ould Maguire the chair Chorus Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle Diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle Diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow Ah I don't know what gets into him, for he's always on the tare Arragh just sit where you are and never you dare to give ould Maguire the chair Another version Oh, me name it is Maguire and I'll quickly tell to you Of a pretty girl that I admire, called Kitty Donoghue She's fair and fat and forty and believe me when I say Every time that we go courtin' you could hear her mother say Chorus Johnny get up from the fire, get up and give the man a seat Don't you see it's Mr. Maguire and he's courtin' your sister Kate Ah, you know very well he owns a farm a little way out of the town Will you get up out of there, and take the air, and let Mr Maguire sit down Well the first that I met her, was the Pattern at Tralee And I asked her very kindly, if she'd dance a step with me She wanted to know if I'd see her home, and with her have some tea Well I no sooner got inside the door when I heard her mother say I asked her if she'd marry me, and become my darling bride And we are going to tie the knot, before the next Shrovetide When we're in our little love nest, we'll have currant cake and tae We'll invite her mother to visit us, I'll imagine I hear her mother say Thanks to Mick Bracken and Mudcat.org

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