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Ay, sure that was owld Owen MacDonnell you seen, ma'am, himself that lives loneUp above on Knockeevin; true for you, he wouldn't come next you or nigh,
But take off wid him, scared like a hare, or a crow that might happen to spy
Wid its eye-corner somebody standin' and stoopin' to gather a stone.
'Tis this long while he's bidin' up yonder, and raison and good raison why.
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