A LOVELY lass with modest mien
 Stole out one morning early;
The dew-drops glancing o'er the green
 Made all her pathway pearly.
Young Lawrence struck with Cupid's dart,—
 Cupid's dart distressing,—
As through the fields he saw her start,
 Sighed, “She's gone confessing!
O vo! 'twould ease my heart
 To earn the father's blessing.”

The Father, with a twinkling eye,
 He watched my boyo cunning,
Unnoticed by his colleen's eye.
 Behind the bushes running.
“How well,” he laughed, “young Lawrence there
 After all my pressing,
With his sweetheart, I declare,
 Comes at last confessing.
Oho! I'll just take care
 To give the lad a lesson.”

The pleasant priest unbarred the door,
 As solemn as a shadow,
“How slow,” cried he, “you've come before,
 How hot-foot now, my laddo.
The serious steal with looks sedate,
 Seeking to be shriven,
But you, you're in no fitting state
 Now to be forgiven,
So go within and wait
 With all your thoughts on heaven.”

The fair one following in a while
 Made out her faults with meekness;
The priest then asked her with a smile
 Had she no other weakness,
And led with that young Lawrence in;
 Her cheeks were now confessing.
“Well, since 'tis after all a sin
 Easy of redressing,
Here, dear, I'd best begin
 To give you both my blessing.”