While on the road to sweet Athy
I saw a petticoat hangin' to dry
I took off my britches and hung them nearby
To bear the petticoat company

She comes from the mountains, they're stout and they're black
I'd love to be tickling the small of her back
She comes from the town, her soft eyes are brown
I'd love to be stretching her garter

Maggie O'Mara once said to me
I'll never get married never said she
However today she's married to me
The mother of seven grandchilder