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Ay, her people an' mine we lived next door at the end o' the long boreen,Afore it runs out on the breadth o' the bog where the black land bates the green;
An' Nelly's mother 'ud always give me a pleasant word passin' thim by,
As I dhruv out our cow of a mornin', an' meself scarce her showlder high.
An' Nelly she'd crawl up the step, an' stump afther me into the lane,
An' she'd throt, callin': ‘'Top, Dimmy, 'top!’ for she couldn't run sthraight, or spake plain;
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Keep your eye on her; mind the big hole; for your life don't be lettin' her in.’
So it's many a day I'd be keepin' me eye on the child an' the baste,
That had mostly a mind to be goin' wherever ye wanted thim laste;
An' th' ould cow'd sthray away thro' the bog, if she couldn't find mischief to do
Thramplin' fences an' fields; but it's Nelly herself was the worst o' the two.
For ere ever ye'd know, there she'd be like a scut of a rabbit a-creep—
She'd creep faster thim whiles than she'd walk— down the bank where the hole's lyin' deep;
An' it's thin I'd the work o' the world to be catchin' her an' coaxin' her back,
Such a fancy she'd tuk to the place, an' it lookin' so ugly an' black,
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Lyin' far out o' reach; overhead all the storm-winds may blusther an' blow,
But 'tis still as a floor o' stone flags, an' its depth ye can't measure noways;
Sure if Nelly had crep' o'er the edge, she'd ha' crep' to the end of her days.
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