Donegan's daughter


When Donegan came from the States
Himself and his daughter were seen
Parading the principal streets
Of beautiful Ballyporeen
Her cheeks were as red as a rose
Her hair was a beautiful brown
And the lads I suppose, were as thick now as crows
All tied to the heel of her gown

There were short men and long men
And weak men and strong men
And right men and wrong men
Were all to be seen
But Donegan’s daughter from over the water
She gave them no quarter in Ballyporeen

She sang the most beautiful songs
Of the words, we had never a hint
For her fingers went hammer and tongs
In a running accompaniment
Like a dog running after a rat
Such scrimmaging never was heard
Then down went her claws like a murdering cat
When it leaps on the back of a bird

At every party, she sang them all forte
From ‘Ah Che la morte’ to ‘Wearing the Green’
Oh, Donegan’s daughter from over the water
’twas little they taught her in Ballyporeen

The Geraghtys gave a grand ball
The girls were all ribbons and tape
But Miss Donegan bested them all
With her perfectly wonderful shape
And when she was taking the floor
With a high-stepping bachelor boy
The rest of us scowled in the doorway and growled
That ’twas him we would surely destroy

There was kissing and squeezing and coaxing and teasing
And sure, there’s no reason such things should be seen
But Donegan’s daughter from over the water
’twas she made the slaughter in Ballyporeen

Coming home, we were crossing a stream
I thought to beleaguer the belle
A struggle, a kiss, and a scream
And into the water we fell
To me that can swim like a trout
It was only a trifling reverse
But when she came out, faith there wasn’t much doubt
She was changed very much for the worse

Her hair was a mess and I have to confess
Her waist and her wig were no more to be seen
Oh, Donegan’s daughter from under the water
Two pins would have bought her in Ballyporeen


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Percy French