One fine sunny evening last summer I was straying along by the sea When a pair of quare playboys a-roving before me I happened to see. Now to learn what these boys were up to, a trifle I hastened me walk, For I thought I could learn their professions when I got within range of their talk.
Now, one of these boys was the devil and the other was Bailiff McGlynn, And the one was as black as the other and both were as ugly as sin. Says the old boy, says he, “I'm the devil and you are a bailiff, I see.” “Ah! 'tis the devil himself,” says the bailiff, “Now that beats the devil,” says he.
Now, a gossoon ran out from a cottage and took him up over the fields. “May the devil take you,” said his mother as she rattled a stone at his heels. “Ah now, why don't you take the young rascal, your highness?” the bailiff he cried. “Ah, it was not from her heart that she said it,” the devil he smiling replied.
Now, close by a small patch of potatoes a banbh was striving to dig, When the owner come out and she cried, “May the devil take you for a pig!”. Said the bailiff, “Now that's a fine offer, why not take the banbh?” says he. “Ah, it was but with her lips that she said it And that's not sufficient for me.”
As they jogged on, the gossoon espied them and into his mother he sped, Crying, “Mother!” says he, “There's a bailiff!” She clasped her two hands and she said, “May the devil take that ugly bailiff!” Said the old boy, “Bedad! That'll do! It was straight from her heart that she said it, so Bailiff McGlynn, I'll take you.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
