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In a little town in Devonshire in the mellow September moonlight	A
A gentleman passing along a street saw a pitiful sight	A
A man bending over the form of a woman on the pavement	B
He was uttering plaintive words and seemingly discontent	C
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What's the matter with the woman asked the gentleman	D
As the poor fallen woman he did narrowly scan	E
There's something the matter as yer honour can see	F
But it's not right to prate about my wife blame me	F
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Is that really your wife said the gentleman	D
Yes sor but she looks very pale and wan	G
But surely she is much younger than you	H
Only fourteen years sor that is thrue	I
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It's myself that looks a deal oulder nor I really am	J
Throuble have whitened my heir my good gintleman	G
Which was once as black as the wings of a crow	I
And it's throuble as is dyed it as white as the snow	I
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Come my dear sowl Bridget it's past nine o'clock	K
And to see yez lying there it gives my heart a shock	K
And he smoothed away the raven hair from her forehead	L
And her hands hung heavily as if she had been dead	L
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The gentleman saw what was the matter and he sighed again	G
And he said It's a great trial and must give you pain	G
But I see you are willing to help her all you can	G
But the encouraging words was not lost upon the Irishman	G
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Thrial he echoed Don't mintion it yer honour	I
But the blessing of God rest upon her	I
Poor crathur she's good barrin' this one fault	M
And by any one I don't like to hear her miscault	M
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What was the reason of her taking to drink	N
Bless yer honour that's jest what I oftentimes think	N
Some things is done without any rason at all	O
And sure this one to me is a great downfall	O
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'Ah Bridget my darlin' I never dreamt ye'd come to this	P
And stooping down her cheek he did kiss	P
While a glittering tear flashed in the moonlight to the ground	M
For the poor husband's grief was really profound	M
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Have you any children asked the gentleman	G
No yer honour bless the Lord contented I am	J
I wouldn't have the lambs know any harm o' their mother	I
Besides sor to me they would be a great bother	I
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What is your trade my good man	G
Gardening sor and mighty fond of it I am	J
Kind sor I am out of a job and I am dying with sorrow	I
Well you can call at my house by ten o'clock to morrow	I
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And I'll see what I can do for you	H
Now hasten home with your wife and I bid you adieu	H
But stay my good man I did not ask your name	Q
My name is Matthew Mahoney after Father Matthew of great fame	Q
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Then Mahoney stooped and lifted Bridget tenderly	F
And carried her home in his arms cheerfully	F
And put her to bed while he felt quite content	M
Still hoping Bridget would see the folly of drinking and repent	M
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And at ten o'clock next morning Matthew was at Blandford Hall	O
And politely for Mr Gillespie he did call	O
But he was told Mrs Gillespie he would see	F
And was invited into the parlour cheerfully	F
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And when Mrs Gillespie entered the room	R
She said Matthew Mahoney I suppose you want to know your doom	R
Well Matthew tell your wife to call here to morrow	I
I'll ax her my lady for my heart's full of sorrow	I
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So Matthew got his wife to make her appearance at Blandford Hall	O
And trembling upon Mrs Gillespie poor Bridget did call	O
And had a pleasant interview with Mrs Gillespie	F
And was told she was wanted for a new lodge keeper immediately	F
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But Bridget my dear woman you mustn't drink any more	I
For you have got a good husband you ought to adore	I
And Mr Gillespie will help you I'm sure	I
Because he is very kind to deserving poor	I
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And Bridget's repentance was hearty and sincere	I
And by the grace of God she never drank whisky rum or beer	I
And good thoughts come into her mind of Heaven above	S
And Matthew Mahoney dearly does her love	S

William Topaz Mcgonagall

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