Oh. t'was in the fair in Dingle, one fine morning last July and walking down the road before me a red-haired girl I chanced to spy. "Come ride with me my red-haired maiden. The donkey he will carry two." She looked at me her eyes a-twinkling, her cheeks a lovely rosy hue. Refrain Keep your hands off red-haired Mary. Her and I are to be wed. We're seeing the priest this very morning. Tonight we'll lie in the marriage bed. "Thank you kindly, sir", she answered. Then she lost her bright red hair. Seeing as you have got the donkey I'll ride with you the Dingle fair. When we reached the town of Dingle I took her hand to say goodbye, but a tinker he stepped up behind me and hit me rigth in my left eye. Refrain Now I was feeling kind of peevish, my poor old eye felt sad and sore. I tapped him gently with my hobnails and he flew back through Tim Murphy's door. He galloped off to find his father, teh tallest man I e'er did meet. He tapped me gently with his knuckles. Now I am minus two front teeth. Refrain Round the corner came a peeler, told me that I'd broke the law. The donkey kicked him on the kneecap. He fell down and broke his jaw. Now, the red-haired girl she kept on smiling. "Young man I'll come with you", she said. "We'll forget the priest this very morning and tonight we'll sleep in Murphy's shed."