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I mind him well he was a quare ould chap	A
Come like meself from swate ould Erin's sod	B
He hired me wanst to help his harvest in	C
The crops was fine that summer prais'd be God	B
He found us Rosie Mickie an' meself	D
Just landed in the emigration shed	E
Meself was tyin' on there bits of clothes	F
Their mother rest her tender sowl was dead	E
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It's not meself can say of what she died	G
But t'was the year the praties felt the rain	H
And rotted in the soil an' just to dhraw	I
The breath of life was one long hungry pain	H
If we were haythens in a furrin' land	J
Not in a country grand in Christian pride	G
Faith then a man might have the face to say	K
'Twas of stharvation my poor Shylie died	G
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But whin the parish docthor come at last	L
Whin death was like a sun burst in her eyes	M
They looked straight into heaven an her ears	N
Wor deaf to the poor childer's hungry cries	M
He touched the bones stretched on the mouldy sthraw	I
She's gone he says and drew a solemn frown	O
I fear my man she's dead Of what says I	P
He coughed and says She's let her system down	O
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An' that's God's truth says I an' felt about	Q
To touch her dawney hand for all looked dark	R
An' in my hunger bleached shmall beatin' heart	S
I felt the kindlin' of a burning spark	R
O by me sowl that is the holy truth	T
There's Rosie's cheek has kept a dimple still	U
An' Mickie's eyes are bright the craythur there	I
Died that the weeny ones might eat there fill	U
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An' whin they spread the daisies thick and white	V
Above her head that wanst lay on my breast	W
I had no tears but took the childhers' hands	X
An' says We'll lave the mother to her rest	W
An' och the sod was green that summers day	K
An' rainbows crossed the low hills blue an' fair	I
But black an' foul the blighted furrows stretched	Y
An' sent their cruel poison through the air	I
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An' all was quiet on the sunny sides	Z
Of hedge an' ditch the stharvin' craythurs lay	K
An' thim as lack'd the rint from empty walls	A2
Of little cabins wapin' turned away	K
God's curse lay heavy on the poor ould sod	B
An' whin upon her increase His right hand	J
Fell with'ringly there samed no bit of blue	B2
For Hope to shine through on the sthricken land	J
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No facthory chimblys shmoked agin the sky	P
No mines yawn'd on the hills so full an' rich	C2
A man whose praties failed had nought to do	B2
But fold his hands an' die down in a ditch	C2
A flame rose up widin me feeble heart	S
Whin passin' through me cabin's hingeless dure	I
I saw the mark of Shylie's coffin in	C
The grey dust on the empty earthen flure	I
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I lifted Rosie's face betwixt me hands	X
Says I 'Me girleen you an' Mick an' me	D2
Must lave the green ould sod an' look for food	E2
In thim strange countries far beyant the sea '	-
An' so it chanced when landed on the streets	F2
Ould Dolan rowlin' a quare ould shay	K
Came there to hire a roan to save his whate	G2
An' hired meself and Mickie by the day	K
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An' bring the girleen Pat he says an' looked	H2
At Rosie lanin' up agin me knee	D2
The wife will be right plaised to see the child	I2
The weeney shamrock from beyant the sea	D2
We've got a tidy place the saints be praised	J2
As nice a farm as ever brogan trod	B
A hundred acres us as never owned	K2
Land big enough to make a lark a sod	B
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Bedad sez I I heerd them over there	I
Tell how the goold was lyin' in the sthreet	B
An' guineas in the very mud that sthuck	P
To the ould brogans on a poor man's feet	B
Begorra Pat says Dolan may ould Nick	P
Fly off wid thim rapscallions schaming rogues	L2
An' sind thim thrampin' purgatory's flure	I
Wid red hot guineas in their polished brogues	L2
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Och thin says I meself agrees to that	B
Ould Dolan smiled wid eyes so bright an' grey	I
Says he Kape up yer heart I never knew	B2
Since I come out a single hungry day	I
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But thin I left the crowded city sthreets	L2
There men galore to toil in thim an' die	B
Meself wint wid me axe to cut a home	M2
In the green woods beneath the clear swate sky	B
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I did that same an' God be prais'd this day	I
Plenty sits smilin' by me own dear dure	I
An' in them years I never wanst have seen	N2
A famished child creep tremblin' on me flure	I
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I listened to ould Dolan's honest words	L2
That's twenty years ago this very spring	P
An' Mick is married an' me Rosie wears	L2
A swateheart's little shinin' goulden ring	P
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'Twould make yer heart lape just to take a look	P
At the green fields upon me own big farm	O2
An' God be prais'd all men may have the same	P2
That owns an axe an' has a strong right arm	O2

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