One evening late as I did stray.
All in the pleasant month of May.
There I beheld on Scarvagh brae
A juvenile committee
Who had met there to tell their woes
How they spent their lives, sure heaven knows
In solitude and slavery. They all allowed it; twas but fair.
To elect "Old Failey" to the chair.
As he was the oldest they had there.
They would favour him with the honour
"Old Failey" then got up to speak.
To give his advice he opened his beak
And asked them all for heaven's sake.
To hurry up and marry.
James Gibbin then got up and said.
He wouldn't marry any maid
Unless three hundred to him paid
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