In the Land of Hibernia
|TEXT SOURCE||Walker's Hibernian Magazine (April 1796), pp.322-3.|
|TUNE SOURCE||as above|
|FIRST LINE||In the land of Hibernia|
|This Dublin-printed song sheet was included in Walker's Hibernian Magazine for April 1796.|
In the Land of HiberniaIn the land of Hibernia young Pat drew his breath,And sure ever since he has teased me to death.For so sweetly he sings and makes love with such art,By the faith of St Patrick’s he’s shot thro’ my heart.With his Gramachree Molly och what shall I do?By the faith of St Patrick’s he’s shot thro’ my heart,With his Gramachree Molly och what shall I do!He vows, if I’ll enter the conjugal life,He’ll, oh! to be sure, only make me a wife:Then, so tender he looks when we lovingly chat,That I long to be married – but wo’n’t tell him that.With his Gramachree Molly, och, &c.Last Sunday, at church, he must fain tell the priest,In a week or two more we are wedded at least;And sure, since he said it, my conscience will say,If he don’t lead me there, I will show him the way.With his Gramachree Molly, och, &c.