The much admir'd Irish Love Song, WHAT CALL HAVE YOU NED; Sung in Dublin by M. Stewart, with great applause.

O what a dainty fine thing is the girl I love,
She fits my knuckle as well as a Limrick glove;
If that I had her just down by your mountains side,
Soon I would ask her for to become my bride.
For the skirt on her face is as red as ever apple,
Her pretty round waist in my arms I'd soon grapple,
But when that I asked her to come to the priest and wed,
She slyly made answer what call have you to me Ned?
Rhy tum didlely dum &c.

Arrah Isly my jewel, the dickens go with you, why,
If that you're cruel its down at your feet I'll lie,
Because you're hard hearted I'm melted to skin and bone,
I would move your compasion to hear me grunt & groan.
But all I could say, her hard heart would not mollify,
Still she would titter and giggle, and look so slav,
Be easy, said she, for indeed you make very free,
I beg you'll leave off now, because you've no call to me.
Rhy tum didlely dum &c.

It was at Ballygally last easter I met with her,
Into Jem Garvy's we went, where I sat with her,
Oh my dear crater, now if you will be my own,
Soon father Luke shall come, and shall make us one,
At hearing of this oh her eye began to glister bright,
Though my dear crater I'll make you my own this night,
Then in comes the Clargy & axd would we marry'd be,
O yes to be sure, sir, for Ned has a call to me.
Rhy tum didlely dum &c.

Published Sep.2.1805 by LAURIE & WHITTLE, 53, Fleet Street, London.