[Verse]
Oh, the pig is in the mire and the cow is in the grass,
A man without a woman true this world will sadly pass,
Me mother likes the ducks and the ducks love the drakes,
And little Biddy Mulligan, I'd die for her sake.

For Biddy, she is fair as the flowers on the Lee,
She's as neat and complete from her neck to her knee,
We met the other night and me heart she surely stole,
I set me Biddy down by the old bog hole.

[Chorus]
Macushla Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?
Oh grá mo chroí Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?
Macushla Mavourneen, a-married we will be,
And be happy in the valley winding down to the sea.

[Verse]
Oh, Biddy, she blushed and she hung down her head,
"Say Barney, oh, you blaggard, it's you I'd like to wed,
But you were such a rogue and you were such a rake.",
"Don't believe it, now", says I. "Sure, it's all a mistake."

"I can handle a hook and a shovel and a spade,
I'll keep you in potatoes and bacon with me trade,
And turf I will procure, it's better now than coal
And I'll dig you to me knees in the old bog hole."

[Chorus]
Macushla Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?
Oh grá mo chroí Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?
Macushla Mavourneen, a-married we will be,
And be happy in the valley winding down to the seam

[Verse]
"Oh, children we'll have, for I will to see to that,
There'll be Barby and Judy and Barney and Pat,
And Mary so meek and Katie now so rough,"
"Oh Barney now, achora, don't you think you have enough?"

"Oh no, me Biddy dear, I will not be content,
Until I have a chiseller for every day of Lent,
And people will stare when we go for a stroll,
And we go promenading down the old bog hole.

[Chorus]
Macushla Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?
Oh grá mo chroí Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?
Macushla Mavourneen, a-married we will be,
And be happy in the valley winding down to the sea

[Verse]
"By the hokey," says she, "I can hardly now refuse,
For Barney, you're the devil when the blarney you use,
Me heart you have won with the picture you have drawn,
If I knew that I could trust ya, I'd be married in the morn."

"Now Biddy, you can trust me, I'd never do you wrong,
I'd give you a cuddle every evening til the morn,
We'll be happy and content if at first me heart you stole,
And children we'll contour from the old bog hole."

[Chorus]
Macushla Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?
Oh grá mo chroí Mavourneen, oh will you marry me?
Macushla Mavourneen, a-married we will be,
And be happy in the valley winding down to the sea.