My Sweet Deary Of Castle O'Leary Poem by Charles Hancock

I'm not feeling very cheery
As I meander through
This far-reaching Irish slough

And I've become somewhat weary
Due to mud that's sticking like glue
And is caked upon each shoe

This day has turned dreary
As the sky has lost its habitual blue
And took on more of a hellish hue

The blackish clouds above are eerie
And appear thick as Mulligan stew
Nothing short of a witches brew

I must arrive at Castle O'Leary
I must...before the morning dew
I'll travel until it comes into view

Oh, to find my sweet deary
I'll say to her 'I love you'
And stop her from saying 'I do'

Well, that's my plan and theory
For I will give her love that's true
And hope she'll bid him adieu