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TO the Wake of O Hara	A
Came company	B
All St Patrick s Alley	B
Was there to see	B
With the friends and kinsmen	B
Of the family	B
On the long deal table lay Tim in white	C
And at his pillow the burning light	C
Pale as himself with the tears on her cheek	D
The mother receiv d us too full to speak	D
But she heap d the fire and on the board	E
Set the black bottle with never a word	F
While the company gather d one and all	G
Men and women big and small	G
Not one in the Alley but felt a call	G
To the Wake of Tim O Hara	A
	-
At the face of O Hara	A
All white with sleep	H
Not one of the women	B
But took a peep	H
And the wives new wedded	I
Began to weep	H
The mothers gather d round about	J
And prais d the linen and laying out	J
For white as snow was his winding sheet	K
And all was peaceful and clean and sweet	K
And the old wives praising the blessed dead	L
Were thronging around the old press bed	L
Where O Hara s widow tatter d and torn	B
Held to her bosom the babe newborn	B
And star d all around her with eyes forlorn	B
At the Wake of Tim O Hara	A
	-
For the heart of O Hara	A
Was good as gold	M
And the life of O Hara	A
Was bright and bold	M
And his smile was precious	N
To young and old	M
Gay as a guinea wet or dry	O
With a smiling mouth and a twinkling eye	O
Had ever an answer for chaff and fun	B
Would fight like a lion with any one	B
Not a neighbor of any trade	P
But knew some joke that the boy had made	P
Not a neighbor dull or bright	C
But minded something frolic or fight	C
And whisper d it round the fire that night	C
At the Wake of Tim O Hara	A
	-
To God be glory	B
In death and life	Q
He s taken O Hara	A
From trouble and strife	Q
Said one eyed Biddy	B
The apple wife	Q
God bless old Ireland said Mistress Hart	R
Mother to Mike of the donkey cart	R
God bless old Ireland till all be done	B
She never made wake for a better son	B
And all join d chorus and each one said	L
Something kind of the boy that was dead	L
And the bottle went round from lip to lip	S
And the weeping widow for fellowship	S
Took the glass of old Biddy and had a sip	S
At the Wake of Tim O Hara	A
	-
Then we drank to O Hara	A
With drams to the brim	T
While the face of O Hara	A
Look d on so grim	T
In the corpse light shining	U
Yellow and dim	T
The cup of liquor went round again	B
And the talk grew louder at every drain	B
Louder the tongue of the women grew	V
The lips of the boys were loosening too	V
The widow her weary eyelids clos d	B
And soothed by the drop o drink she doz d	B
The mother brighten d and laugh d to hear	W
Of O Hara s fight with the grenadier	W
And the hearts of all took better cheer	W
At the Wake of Tim O Hara	W
	-
Tho the face of O Hara	W
Look d on so wan	B
In the chimney corner	W
The row began	B
Lame Tony was in it	X
The oyster man	B
For a dirty low thief from the North came near	W
And whistled Boyne Water in his ear	W
And Tony with never a word of grace	Y
Flung out his fist in the blackguard s face	Y
And the girls and women scream d out for fright	C
And the men that were drunkest began to fight	C
Over the tables and chairs they threw	W
The corpse light tumbled the trouble grew	W
The newborn join d in the hullabaloo	W
At the Wake of Tim O Hara	W
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Be still be silent	Z
Ye do a sin	B
Shame be his portion	B
Who dares begin	B
T was Father O Connor	W
Just enter d in	B
All look d down and the row was done	B
And sham d and sorry was every one	B
But the Priest just smil d quite easy and free	W
Would ye wake the poor boy from his sleep said he	W
And he said a prayer with a shining face	Y
Till a kind of brightness fill d the place	Y
The women lit up the dim corpse light	C
The men were quieter at the sight	C
And the peace of the Lord fell on all that night	C
At the Wake of Tim O Hara	W

William Cosmo Monkhouse

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