Classic Poem

And what do ye want at all, at all?
And what do ye want at all?
Raking about at the shut of day,
With yer own townland three miles away?
Three long miles to have put behind,
To look from the dark through an old red blind!
So what do ye want at all?

And what do I want at all, at all,
And what do I want at all?
Three hard miles I won't do again
To flatten my nose on an icy pane—
And ye, sittin' snug at the back of the blind,
That hasn't the go to make up yer mind
To come out for a minute at all!

And what do ye want at all, at all?—
And what do ye want at all?—
Takin' me out on a night like this!—
Now, will ye?—I won't! Another wee kiss!—
Oh! the boys that are here about nowadays!—
And the girls that are and so hard to plase!—
But WE'RE HAPPY ENOUGH AND ALL !