Chapter 3 No.3

Up the heathery mountains and down the rushy glen

We dare not go a-hunting for Connor and his men;

They are all lusty bachelors but one I know,

And that's [Tom Mulligan], the flower of the flock;

He is the flower of the flock, he is the keeper of the glen,

He courted [Kate O'Neill] before he was a man;

He huggled her, he guggled her, he took her on his knee,

Saying, My bonnie [Kate O'Neill], won't you marry me?

So -- made a pudding so nice and so sweet,

Saying, Taste, love, taste, and don't say no,

For next Sunday morning to church we will go.

With rings on our fingers and bells on our toes,

And a little baby in her arms, and that's the way she goes.

And here's a clap, and here's a clap, for Mrs. --'s daughter.

-Belfast (W. H. Patterson).