Three Sisters


Early one morning, my father called upon my name
Scolding me most harshly for spending my time with drink and game
Indeed his words struck me hard, for I knew I must abide
Not land nor money he would give, if I not find a bride
"Surly dear father, you would not see me wed
To nothing but fairness and grace" I said
"And surly you would not wish it so any more
To have your loving son penniless and poor"
"My son, I would not have of thee to shame me with your play
For do I see you not at night nor neither during day
And not is their a lass in town of whom you've not done wrong
Alas, I fear if not for I, the villagers would see you gone
So I shall not give moments rest till I see you on your knee
And married to a fine young wife as a proper man should be"
So we rode out on to Galway, on a milk white steed I ride
Off to greening Galway, where I might find a bride
There it was said that the fairest would be
Of an old farmhand with daughters of three
The eldest was kind with a fountain of gold
The middle was slight like a twig to behold
The youngest was pale with a voice of the sea
I must admit I fancied all
After all it would seem choosing one would not do
For what great fun it was to I for each of them to woo
So for my father's wishes and the saving of his pride
At the alter I shall stand with three of them as my bride

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