Mary Anne McGuigan
Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney
Location: New Edition, page 81 / 82
“Are your pritties dry, or are they fit for design?”
“Take your spade and try, O Mary Anne McGuigan!”
“You’ll spray them spuds again; that field the Pinks grow big in.”
“You’ve bluestone on the brain, O Mary Anne McGuigan!”
Chorus:
Mary Anne McGware, at the porter she was swiggin"‘,
“She’d shame you I declare”, says Mary Anne McGuigan.
John James he led the dance, with his jazzin’ and his jiggin’.
Retire and then advance and swing with Miss McGuigan.
He drunk her buttermilk from a noggin and a piggin,
And bought a blouse of silk for Mary Anne McGuigan.
Chorus
Her roof’s the worse of wear, from the eave up to the riggin’.
But who’ll put up a spar for Mary Anne McGuigan?
Her haggard holds the straw, where the stacks stand trim and trig in.
“I’ll thresh your oats and draw them, Mary Anne McGuigan!”
Chorus