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Harriet Abrams (arr.)
(c.1758 - 1821)
Ally Croaker
(2S./2T.Kbd.)
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Abrams' harmonization of a traditional song of Irish, or mock-Irish origin. Pub. c.1795.
Lyrics: Anon
There lived a man in Ballenocrazy
Who wanted a wife to make him uneasy;
Long had he sigh'd for dear Ally Croaker,
And thus this gentle youth bespoke her:
"Will you marry me, dear Ally Croaker?"
This artless young man, just come from the scholary,
A novice in love and all its foolery,
Too dull for a wit, too grave for a joker;
And thus this gentle youth bespoke her:
"Will you marry me, dear Ally Croaker?"
To all you young men who are fond of gaming,
Who are spending your money whilst others are saving,
Fortune's a jilt, the de'il may choke her;
A jilt more inconstant than dear Ally Croaker,
O th'inconstant Ally Croaker.
There lived a man in Ballenocrazy
Who wanted a wife to make him uneasy;
Long had he sigh'd for dear Ally Croaker,
And thus this gentle youth bespoke her:
"Will you marry me, dear Ally Croaker?"
This artless young man, just come from the scholary,
A novice in love and all its foolery,
Too dull for a wit, too grave for a joker;
And thus this gentle youth bespoke her:
"Will you marry me, dear Ally Croaker?"
To all you young men who are fond of gaming,
Who are spending your money whilst others are saving,
Fortune's a jilt, the de'il may choke her;
A jilt more inconstant than dear Ally Croaker,
O th'inconstant Ally Croaker.