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Well, wan night, comin' home agin sundown, I met wid some girls at the gateBeyant Reilly's, an' Biddy O'Loughlin: ‘Och Jimmy,’ sez she, ‘man, ye're late;
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Your sweetheart an' her sweetheart, thick as two thieves. Ye might find thim there still,
If ye stirred yourself,’ sez she. Sez I: ‘Find a sweetheart, me lass, o' your own,
And it's thin ye'll be maybe contint to let other folks' sweethearts alone.’
So sez I; but I thought to meself I'd turn back be the way that I came,
An' keep out o' the sight o' the hole. But it's there I wint sthraight all the same.
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