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Page 24 - ... ever — and, faith, I began to think that maybe the captain was wrong, and that it was not France at all at all ; and so says I,
Page 22 - I'm as good a furriner myself as any o' thim.' " ' What do you mane ?' says he. " ' I mane,' says I, ' what I towld you, that I'm as good a furriner myself as any o
Page 27 - O'Leary. Well — twenty summers had gone past, And June's red sun was sinking, When I, a man, sat by my door, Of twenty sad things thinking. A little dog came up the way, His gait was slow and weary, And at his tail a lame man limped — 'Twas "Pinch
Page 44 - Of lovers she had a full score, Or more; And fortunes they all had galore, In store; From the minister down To the Clerk of the Crown, All were courting the Widow Malone, Ohone!
Page 44 - you're my Molly Malone, My own ! Oh," says he, " you're my Molly Malone." And the widow they all thought so shy, My eye ! Ne'er thought of a simper or sigh, For why ? But " Lucius," says she, " Since you've now made so free, You may marry your Mary Malone, Ohone ! You may marry your Mary Malone.
Page 27 - O'Leary ! Old Caoch, but, oh ! how woe-begone ! His form is bowed and bending, His fleshless hands are stiff and wan, Ay — Time is even blending The colours on his threadbare ' bag ' — And ' Pinch ' is twice as hairy And 'thin-spare' as when first I saw Himself and Caoch O'Leary. ' God's blessing here ! ' the wanderer cried, ' Far, far be hell's black viper ; Does anybody hereabouts Remember Caoch the Piper ? ' With swelling heart I grasped his hand ; The old man murmured, 'Deary, Are you the...
Page 78 - Indeed, then, sure enough I was, that's no lie for you, sir. Good morning to you, but it is not rich I am now - but have you another bottle, for I want it now as much as I did long ago; so if you have it, sir, here is the cow for it.' 'And here is the bottle,' said the old man, smiling; 'you know what to do with it.
Page 113 - Yes, sir," said the postmaster, producing one, — " fourpence." The gentleman paid the fourpence postage, and left the shop with his letter. " Here's a letter for the squire," said the postmaster, "you've to pay me elevenpence postage.