At a house on our street "the red-haired one is mine ... she's a gay old hag." We sat on the bed and with the last kiss I drove her crazy. I have money "from the Newross girl" but I'll not forsake my my "darlin' little wife ... she's a gay old hag"
Tunney-StoneFiddle, pp. 107-108, "The Gay Oul' Hag" (1 text, 1 tune)