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So if Nell tuk a pleasure in listenin', the same as the rest o' thim, why'Twas small blame to her; that's what I said to meself; but it seemed like a lie.
An' whine'er I come home from me work, an' seen never a sowl be the hedge,
Where there'd most whiles be Nelly to meet me, but, happen, away on the edge
O'the hill-slope a pair standin' dark 'ginst the clear o' the sunset, och thin
All the fire that was dead in the sky seemed flared up to a burnin' agin
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Wid me fingers clenched hard in a rage, like as if they were grippin' his throath;
An' I'd swear to meself that whin wanst he was parted from Nelly that night,
I'd slip afther him back to his place, an' pervoke him some way to a fight,
As I ready might do if I plased, an' no throuble about it at all,
For it's aisier risin' a quarrel than sthrikin'a match on a wall.
An' bedad, if it come to that work, it's meself might be havin' the pull,
For I stood a head taller than he, and I'd always the strenth of a bull;
An' 'twas likely enough, if I masthered him thin, he'd take off out o' this,
An' leave Nelly an' me to ourselves as if naught had befallen amiss;
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So thinks I to meself; but, sure, musha, wan's thoughts is like beads off a thread,
Slippin' each after each in a hurry: an' so I kep' considherin' on,
Till the next thought I had was if Nelly'd be fretted whin Felix was gone.
For I knew that the comfort was crep' from me life like the light from the day
Since se'd tuk up wid him; an' belike now if aught chanced that dhruv him away,
She'd be heart-broke. An' what call had I to go vex her wid comin' between,
Whin she'd liefer have him than meself in me shows of ould brogues an' caubeen?
‘Divil take me,’ sez I, ‘thin it's schemin' I am to have Nelly to wake
Wid her heart every mornin' like lead, if there's lead that can thrimble and ache,
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I might betther ha' left her to dhrown, an' she on'y an imp of a child.’
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