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 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
But at last poor Tommy, with all his blushes,
Got pluck, and'd twiss hisself out o' the bushes
Like a little hedgehog before her there—
A hedgehog makin' up to a hare,
Rowlin'—his legs were rather crookit—
And maybe flowers for her to look at,
Or tarroodeals, or ladybirds—
That's coleopthars—terrible words!
Aye, but Tommy took heart of grace;
And, the second Sunday, he looked in her face;
And the third, she didn' come alone,
And Tommy gave a sort of a groan,
And cut; and the fourth, they had a talk;
And the fifth, I believe they had a walk—
Two fields or so—and left in the lurch with her
At those other gels, but wouldn' go to church with her—
Catch him! so she tould him how it was,
And she was come for a sarvint to the Ballaglass,
The principal house in the parish—aye—
Captain Moore—aw, terrible high—
Splendid family them Moores—
Deemsthars, Clerk-of-the-Roulses, brewers—
All sorts of swells, you know, that's goin',
Was belongin' to the Moores—no knowin'
The ould, that family; blood, man, blood!
Aw, the rael thing—from the time of the flood—
Officials, Staff-of-Government,
And all to that. So this here gent
Was countin' among the first of the land,
Not rich, exactly, you'll understand:
But breedin', bless ye! There's plenty'll cock
Their chin, but still you know the stock.
Got pluck, and'd twiss hisself out o' the bushes
Like a little hedgehog before her there—
A hedgehog makin' up to a hare,
Rowlin'—his legs were rather crookit—
And maybe flowers for her to look at,
Or tarroodeals, or ladybirds—
That's coleopthars—terrible words!
Aye, but Tommy took heart of grace;
And, the second Sunday, he looked in her face;
And the third, she didn' come alone,
And Tommy gave a sort of a groan,
And cut; and the fourth, they had a talk;
And the fifth, I believe they had a walk—
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At those other gels, but wouldn' go to church with her—
Catch him! so she tould him how it was,
And she was come for a sarvint to the Ballaglass,
The principal house in the parish—aye—
Captain Moore—aw, terrible high—
Splendid family them Moores—
Deemsthars, Clerk-of-the-Roulses, brewers—
All sorts of swells, you know, that's goin',
Was belongin' to the Moores—no knowin'
The ould, that family; blood, man, blood!
Aw, the rael thing—from the time of the flood—
Officials, Staff-of-Government,
And all to that. So this here gent
Was countin' among the first of the land,
Not rich, exactly, you'll understand:
But breedin', bless ye! There's plenty'll cock
Their chin, but still you know the stock.
| The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | |