Ghost-bereft :: :: University of Virginia Library

Little Norah she never was frightened of me but that once. I'm nigh grown
Tired of hopin' she'd maybe forget, and come back like a robin that's flown
Wid a flutter at first, and then presently 'lights just to spy what you're at;

But I've seen her no more, late or early, than if she'd been grabbed by a cat.
And before that she'd mostly be after me every place, high ways and low—
Faix, where Norah took into her head to be goin', it's there she would go,
For the youngest she was of us all, and we made the great fool of her; yet,
Quare enough, ma'am, the one she liked best was meself that was nobody's pet.
It's herself was ould-fashioned and cute; well I mind how she'd sluther and coax,
If she thought the rest had me annoyed any time wid their nonsense and jokes;
And it's often enough I'd be frettin' and cross; ay, the hairs on me head
Were no more, so to say, than me troubles; for you see they were blazin' red.