Push for PORTER

One pleasant summer's morning when the wee birds were all singing-o
Well nature was adorning and the flowers they were a springing-o
I met my love near Banbridge town, my charming blue-eyed Sally-o
She is the queen of the county Down and the flower of Magherally-o

With admiration I did gaze all on this fair-eyed maiden-o
Well Adam never saw such grace when he saw Eve in Eden-o
Her cheeks were like the lily white that blooms in yonder valley-o
And she's my joy and my hearts delight, the flower of Magherally-o

Her bonnet with three ribbons strung, her shoes of Spanish leather-o
Her golden hair in ringlets hung, her scarlet cap and feather-o
Like Venus bright she did appear, my charming blue-eyed Sally-o
She is the girl that I love dear, the flower of Magherally-o

An Irish lad although I be with neither wealth nor treasure-o
But yet I love my dearest girl, I love her beyond measure-o
And if I had the wealth that is possessed all by the great Titharally-o
I'd give it to her that I love best, the flower of Magherally-o

And I know the day it will surely come when we join hands together-o
And I'll bring home the girl I love in spite of wind and weather-o
And let them all say what they will and let them storm and rally-o
For I will wed the girl I love, the flower of Magherally-o