The Twins (The One Thing and the Other)
Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney
Location: New Edition, page 109
At the age of twenty-one I was in the prime of life.
My parents often told me to go and choose a wife.
To go and choose a wife I knew little about the bother,
At the same time I was thinking of the one thing and the other.
Musha whacka rowdee dow now
Right fol the daddy
Musha whacka rowdee dow now
Right fol the dee.
I went to a wee girl that I for some time knew,
To tell her what my parents were advising me to do.
“What’s your errant?” cried the sister, “What’s your errant?” cried the Mother.
And to cut the story short say I, “It’s the one thing or the other.”
Musha …
Now we have got married, we lead a happy life.
I’m her loving husband, and she’s my darling wife,
We live in peace and unity, right well content together
In our daily occupation with the one thing and the other.
Musha …
A year passed away and we never had a care.
Now the people say that we’re going to have heir.
“It’s a son” cries the sister, “It’s a daughter” cries the mother,
And to cut the story short says I “It’s the one thing or the other.”
Musha …
‘Twas on a Sunday morning just as my story runs.
‘Twas on a Sunday morning when first I heard the twins.
It was on a Monday morning my grief I couldn’t smother
As I listened to the squalling of the one thing and the other.
Musha …