Coming Home from the wake.

Young Nelly the milkmaid, so buxom and gay, Did always delight with young Roger to play, One evening resolved a dance for to take, She asked of her mother to go to the wake.

Now, Nell you may go, but I'll have you take care,

And of Rogers delusions acushla beware; For unless this my counsel you rightly do take By my soul, you'll remember coming home from

the wake So dressed in her best, away Nell did steer, With pleasure expecting young Roger was there, They danced and they played like a duck and a

drake, So that was the sport they had at the wake. The pastime being over, they home took their

way, Untill they had come to some cocks of new hay, Where he led her a dance, and says she, for your

sake, My soul I'll na'er forget coming home from the

wake.

In some short time after, poor Well, grew un well,

And her mother says, tell me the reason, dear Nell.

Says Nell, I can't tell, if my life waa at stake, Unless it was that cursed dance coming home

from the wake.

Now, Nell being a maiden of beautiful charms, Always had a right to be aware of alarms, So girls by Nelly a warning pray take, And take care how you dance coming home from

a wake.