Barney O'Hea Poem by Samuel Lover

Now let me alone, though I know you won't,
Impudent Barney O'Hea !
It makes me outrageous
When you're so contagious,
And you'd better look out for the stout Corney Creagh ;
For he is the boy
That believes I'm his joy,
So you'd better behave yourself, Barney O'Hea !
Impudent Barney,
None of your blarney,
Impudent Barney O'Hea !

I hope you're not going to Bandon Fair,
For indeed I'm not wanting to meet you there,
Impudent Barney O'Hea !
For Corney's at Cork,
And my brother's at work,
And my mother sits spinning at home all the day,
So no one will be there
Of poor me to take care,
So I hope you won't follow me, Barney O'Hea !
Impudent Barney,
None of your blarney,
Impudent Barney O'Hea!

But as I was walking up Bandon Street,
Just who do you think that myself should meet,
But impudent Barney O'Hea !
He said I looked killin',
I called him a villain,
And bid him that minute get out of the way
He said 1 was joking,
And grinned so provoking,
I couldn't help laughing at Barney O'Hea !
Impudent Barney,
None of your blarney,
Impudent Barney O'Hea !

He knew 'twas all right when he saw me smile,
For he was the rogue up to ev'ry wile,
Impudent Barney O'Hea '.
He coaxed me to choose him,
For if I'd refuse him
He swore he'd kill Corney the very next day ;
So, for fear :twould go further,
And just to save murther,
I think I must marry that madcap, O'Hea !
Bothering Barney,
'Tis he has the blarney
To make a girl Mistress O'Hea.