MARY CALLAGHAN AND ME

It was as fine a churchful as you ever clapt an eye on;

Oh, the bells was ringin’ gaily, and the sun was shinin’ free;

There was singers, there was clargy — “Bless ye both,” says Father Tryon —

They was weddin’ Mary Callaghan and me.

There was gatherin’ of women, there was hush upon the stairway,

There was whisperin’ and smilin’, but it was no place for me;

A little ship was comin’ into harbour through the fairway —

It belongs to Mary Callaghan and me.

Shure, the longest day has endin’, and the wildest storm has fallin’ —

There's a young gossoon in yander, and he sits upon my knee;

There's a churchful for the christenin’ — do you hear the imp a-callin’?

He's the pride of Mary Callaghan and me.