Dubliners - Limerick Rake lyrics

Limerick Rake I am a young fellow that's easy and bold In Castletown conners I'm very well known In Newcastle West I spent many a note With Kitty and Judy and Mary My parents rebuked me for being such a rake And spending my time in such frolicsome ways But I ne'er could forget the good nature of Jane Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé My parents had reared me to shake and to mow To plough and to harrow, to reap and to sow Me heart being too airy to drop it so low I set out on high speculation On paper and parchment they taught me to write In Euclid and Grammar they opened my eyes And in Multiplication in truth I was bright Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé If I chance for to go to the town of Rathkeale The girls all round me do flock on the square Some offer me apple and others sweet cakes And treats me unknown to their parents There is one from Askeaton and one from the Pike Another from Arda, my heart was beguiled Tho' being from the mountains her stockings are white Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé To quarrel for riches I ne'er was inclined For the greatest of misers must leave them behind But I'll purchase a cow that will never run dry And I'll milk her by twisting her horn John Damer of Shronel had plenty of gold And Lord Devonshire's treasure is twenty times more But he's laid on his back among nettles and stones Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé This old cow can be milked without clover or gra** For she's pampered with corn, sweet corn and hops She'll be warm, she'll be stout, she'll be free in her paps And she'll milk without spancil or halter The man that will drink it will co*k his caubeen And if anyone laughs there'll be wigs on the green And the feeble old hag will get supple and free Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé There's some say I'm foolish and more say I'm wise But being fond of the women I think is no crime For the son of King David had ten hundred wives And his wisdom was highly recorded I'll take a good garden and live at my ease And each woman and child can partake of the same If there's war in the cabin, themselves they could blame Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé But now for the future I think I'll get wise And I'll marry all those women who acted so kind Aye I'll marry them all on the morrow by and by If the clergy agreed to the bargain And when I'll be old and my soul be at rest All those children and wives they could cry at my wake And they all gather round and they offers their prayers To the Lord for the soul of their father