At last I came to Dublin town, To thry an' sell some pigs, And maybe then I didn't cut A quare owld shine of rigs. I sowld me pigs for forty pound, For they wor clane an' fat, An' thin we hadn't American mate, So they wor chape at that! "Well now," sez I, "me pocket's full, I'll not go home just yit, I'll take a twist up thro' the town An' thrate meself a bit," I mosey'd round to Sackville Street, When starin' round me best, I seen a darlin' colleen there, Most beautifully dhressed. A posy in her leghorn hat, An' round her neck, a ruff Of black cock's feathers, jacket too, Of raal expensive stuff, A silver ferruled umberell' In hand with yalla kid, An' thro' a great big hairy muff Her other hand was hid, [Illustration] O like a sweet come-all-ye, in A waltzin' swing, she swep' The toepath, with the music of Her silken skirt, an' step, To see her turn the corner, thro' The lamplight comin' down, You'd think she owned the freehowld of That part of Dublin town! You'd think she owned the sky above, It's moon with all the stars, The thraffic in the streets below, Their thrams, an' carts, an' cars! You'd think that she was landlady, Of all that she could see, An' faith regardin' of meself, She made her own of me! "O Corney is it you?" siz she, An' up to me she came, I took a start, to hear her there, Pronouncin' out me name; "O Corney, there ye are!" siz she Wid raal familiar smile, An' thin begar she took me arm, Most coaxingly the while; I fluttered like a butterfly, That's born the first of May, Wid pride, as if I had the right Hand side, the Judgment Day! I felt as airy as a lark that Skies it from the ground, To think she'd walk wid me, poor chap, Wid only forty pound! She took me arm, an' thrapsed wid me, All down be Sackville Sthreet, An' colleens beautifully dhressed, In two's and three's, we meet, An' men that grinned, a greenish grin, Of envy from their eye, To see me wid that lady grand, Like paycock marchin' by. Till comin' to a lamp, I turned, An' gazed into her eyes, Me heart that minute took me throat Wid lump of glad surprise, Siz I, "Me jewel, thim two eyes, Are sparklin' awful keen, "I'm sure," siz I, "I've come across, Me mother's Fairy Queen!" "O Corney yis," siz she, "I am, A Fairy Queen;" siz she, "An' I can make yer fortune now, If you'll just come with me." Wid that, I ups and says "of coorse!" As bowld as I could spake, "An' sure I will me darlin', if Its only for your sake."