Oh, the pig is in the mire and
The cow is in the grass
A man without a woman true this world
Will sadly pass
Me mother likes the ducks and the
Ducks love the drakes
And little Biddy Mulligan
I'd die for her sake

For Biddy
She is fair as the flowers on the lea
She's as neat and complete from
Her neck to her knee
We met the other night and
Me heart she surely stole
I set me Biddy down by the old bog hole

Macushla Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?
Oh grá mo chroí Mavourneen
Oh will you marry me?
Macushla Mavourneen, a married we will be
And be happy in the valley
Winding down to the sea

Oh, Biddy
She blushed and she hung down her head
"Say Barney, oh you blaggard
It's you I'd like to wed
But you were such a rogue and
You were such a rake"
"Don't believe it, now", says I "Sure
It's all a mistake"

"I can handle a hook and
A shovel and a spade
I'll keep you in potatoes and
Bacon with me trade and turf I will procure
It's better now than coal
And I'll dig you to me knees
In the old bog hole"

Macushla Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?
Oh grá mo chroí Mavourneen
Oh will you marry me?
Macushla Mavourneen, a married we will be
And be happy in the valley
Winding down to the sea

"Oh, children we'll have
For I will to see to that
There'll be Barby and Judy
And Barney and Pat
And Mary so meek and Katie now so rough"
"Oh Barney now, achora
Don't you think you have enough?"

"Oh no, me Biddy dear, I will not be content
Until I have a chiseler for
Ev'ry day of Lent
And people will stare when we go for a stroll
And we go promenadin' down the old bog hole


Macushla Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?
Oh grá mo chroí Mavourneen
Oh will you marry me?
Macushla Mavourneen, a married we will be
And be happy in the valley
Winding down to the sea

"By the hokey" says she
"I can hardly now refuse for Barney
You're the devil when the blarney you use
Me heart you have won with
The picture you have drawn
If I knew that I could trust ya
I'd be married in the morn"

"Now Biddy, you can trust me
I'd never do you wrong
I'd give you a cuddle evr'y
Evening 'til the morn'
We'll be happy and content if at
First me heart you stole
And children we'll contour from
The old bog hole"

Macushla Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?
Oh grá mo chroí Mavourneen
Oh will you marry me?
Macushla Mavourneen, a married we will be
And be happy in the valley
Winding down to the sea