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Oh, me name is Mick McGuire and I'll quickly tell to you
Of a young girl I admired called Katy Donahue
She was fair and fat and forty and believe me when I say
That whenever I came in at the door you could hear her mammy say:

"Johnny, get up from the fire, get up and give the man a sate
Can't you see it's Mr McGuire and he's courting your sister Kate
Ah, you know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town
Arragh, get up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr McGuire sit down"

Now, the first time that I met her was at a dance at Tarmagee
And I very kindly asked her if she'd dance a step with me
Then I asked if I could see her home if I'd be going her way
And whenever I come in at the door you could hear her mammy say:

"Johnny, get up from the fire, get up and give the man a sate
Can't you see it's Mr McGuire and he's courting your sister Kate
Ah, you know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town
Arragh, get up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr McGuire sit down"

Ah, but now that we are married, sure her mother's changed her mind
Just because I spent the legacy her father left behind
She hasn't got the decency to bid me time of day
Now whenever I come in at the door you'd hear the old one say:

"Johnny, come up to the fire, come up, you're sitting in the draft
Can't you see it's old McGuire and he nearly drives me daft
Ah, I don't know what gets into him, for he's always on the tare
Arragh, just sit where you are and never you dare to give old McGuire the chair"

Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow
Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow
"Ah, I don't know what gets into him, for he's always on the tare
Arragh, just sit where you are and never you dare to give old McGuire the chair"

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MICK MAGUIRE Oh my name is Mick Maguire and I'll quickly tell to you Of a young girl I admired one Katie Donoghue She was fair and fat and forty and believe me when I say Whenever I'd come in at the door you could hear her mother say Johnny get up from the fire get up and give your man a seat Can't you see it's Mick Maguire and he's courtin' your sister Kate You know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town Ah get out of that ya impudent brat and let Mister Maguire sit down Well the first time that I met her was at a dance in Donnahadee I very kindly ask her would she dance a step with me I asked if I could see her home if she'd be going my way But whenever I'd come in at the door you could hear the ould one say Johnny get up from the fire get up and give your man a seat Can't you see it's Mick Maguire and he's courtin' your sister Kate You know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town Ah get out of that ya impudent brat and let Mister Maguire sit down But now that we are married her mammy's changed her mind Just because I spent the money me father left behind Now she hasn't got the decency to me time of the day And whenever I'd come in at the door you could hear her mammy say Johnny come up to the fire come you're sitting in the draft Can't you see it's ould Maguire and he nearly drives me daft Sure I don't know what gets in him and he's always on the tear So sit where you are and never you dare, give ould Maguire the chair
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