Beg-Innish

BRING Kateen-beug and Maurya Jude

To dance in Beg-Innish,

And when the lads (they’re in Dunquin)

Have sold their crabs and fish,

Wave fawny shawls and call them in,

And call the little girls who spin,

And seven weavers from Dunquin,

To dance in Beg-Innish.

I’ll play you jigs, and Maurice Kean,

Where nets are laid to dry,

I’ve silken strings would draw a dance

From girls are lame or shy;

Four strings I’ve brought from Spain and France

To make your long men skip and prance,

Till stars look out to see the dance

Where nets are laid to dry.

We’ll have no priest or peeler in

To dance in Beg-Innish;

But we’ll have drink from M’riarty Jim

Rowed round while gannets fish,

A keg with porter to the brim,

That every lad may have his whim,

Till we up sails with M’riarty Jim

And sail from Ben-Innish.