The Ned M'Keown Stories: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of; William Carleton, Volume ThreeCarleton, William
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The Ned M'Keown Stories: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of; William Carleton, Volume Three
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“There's another game they call the _Silly ould Man_, that's played this
way:--A ring of the boys and girls is made on the flure--boy and girl
about--holding one another by the hands; well and good--a young fellow
gets into the middle of the ring, as 'the silly ould Man.' There he
stands looking at all the girls to choose a wife, and, in the mane time,
the youngsters of the ring sing out--
Here's a silly ould Man that lies all alone,
That lies all alone,
That lies all alone;
Here's a silly ould man that lies all alone,
He wants a wife and he can get none.
“When the' boys and girls sing this, the silly ould man must choose a
wife from some of the colleens belonging to the ring. Having made choice
of her, she goes into the ring along with him, and they all sing out--
Now, young couple, you're married together,
You're married together,
You're married together,
You must obey your father and mother,
And love one another like sister and brother--
I pray, young couple, you'll kiss together!
“And you may be sure this part of the marriage is not missed, any way.”
“I doubt,” said Andy Morrow, “that good can't come of so much kissing,
marrying, and coorting.”
The narrator twisted his mouth knowingly, and gave a significant groan.
“_Be dhe husth_,* hould your tongue, Misther Morrow,” said he; “Biddy
avour-neen,” he continued, addressing Biddy and Bessy, “and Bessy,
alannah, just take a friend's advice, and never mind going to wakes; to
be sure there's plenty of fun and divarsion at sich places, but--healths
apiece!” putting the pint to his lips--“and that's all I say about it.”
“Right enough, Tom,” observed Shane Fadh--“sure most of the matches are
planned at them, and, I may say, most of the runaways, too--poor,
young, foolish crathurs, going off, and getting themselves married; then
bringing small, helpless families upon their hands, without money or
manes to begin the world with, and afterwards likely to eat one another
out of the face for their folly; however, there's no putting ould
heads upon young shoulders, and I doubt, except the wakes are stopped
altogether, that it'll be the ould case still.”
“I never remember being at a counthry wake,” said Andy Morrow. “How is
everything laid out in the house?”
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