Herself and Myself

Twas beyond at Macreddin at Owen Doyle’s wedding

The boys asked the pair of us out for a reel

Oh says I “Boys excuse us,” they says, “Don’t refuse us”

“I’ll play nice and aisy,” says Larry O’Neil

So off we went steppin’ it, up and down trippin’ it

Myself and Herself on the back of the door

Till Molly, god bless, she her fell into the dresser

And I tumbled over like a child on the floor

Says Herself to Myself, “We’re as good as the best of them”

Says Myself to Herself, “Sure we’re better then gold”

Says Herself to Myself, “We’re as young as the rest of them”

Says Myself to Herself, “Oh we’ll never grow old”

Down the lane going I felt my heart growing

As young as it was forty-five years ago

‘Twas here in this boreen [small road] I first kissed my storeen [sweetheart]

A sweet little coleen [girl] with skin like the snow

I looked at my woman, a song she was humming

As old as the hills, so I gave her a pogue [kiss]

Twas like old courtin’ half serious half sportin’

When Molly was young and the hoops were in vogue

Says Herself to Myself “You could court with the best of them”

Says Myself to Herself “We’re better than gold”

Says Herself to Myself “We’re as young as the rest of them”

Says Myself to Herself [spoken] “We’re time enough old”