Mary Callaghan And Me

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Title:     Mary Callaghan And Me
Author: Gilbert Parker [More Titles by Parker]

It was as fine a churchful as you ever clapt an eye on;
Oh, the bells was ringin' gaily, and the sun was shinin' free;
There was singers, there was clargy--"Bless ye both," says Father Tryon--
They was weddin' Mary Callaghan and me.

There was gatherin' of women, there was hush upon the stairway,
There was whisperin' and smilin', but it was no place for me;
A little ship was comin' into harbour through the fairway--
It belongs to Mary Callaghan and me.

Shure, the longest day has endin', and the wildest storm has fallin'--
There's a young gossoon in yander, and he sits upon my knee;
There's a churchful for the christenin'--do you hear the imp a-callin'?
He's the pride of Mary Callaghan and me.

[The end]
Gilbert Parker's poem: Mary Callaghan And Me

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