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So it's rale delighted we were on that evenin'
Pat Murphy brought word
How the people o' Lunnon had sint some relief to our townland he heard;
Relief—that was oatmale, an' loaves, an' a grand sup o' broth in a bowl,
An' to git it ye'd stip down to Parson, who'd tuk to disthribit the whole. So full early we started next day, sin' the road's a long sthretch to his place,
An' we hadn't a scrap in the house but a crust for the childher. And in case
We got out the big bag for the male, Mick an' I,
while the rest, lookin' on,
Did be wishin' we'd bring it back full, an' a- wondhrin' how long we'd be gone.
Sure, the laste o' thim all, little Larry, that scarce was a size to run sthraight,
Tuk a notion to come wid us too, whin he heard 'twas for somethin' to ait.
I remember the look of it yit, skytin' afther us the lenth o' the lane.
How the people o' Lunnon had sint some relief to our townland he heard;
Relief—that was oatmale, an' loaves, an' a grand sup o' broth in a bowl,
An' to git it ye'd stip down to Parson, who'd tuk to disthribit the whole. So full early we started next day, sin' the road's a long sthretch to his place,
An' we hadn't a scrap in the house but a crust for the childher. And in case
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Did be wishin' we'd bring it back full, an' a- wondhrin' how long we'd be gone.
Sure, the laste o' thim all, little Larry, that scarce was a size to run sthraight,
Tuk a notion to come wid us too, whin he heard 'twas for somethin' to ait.
I remember the look of it yit, skytin' afther us the lenth o' the lane.
Thin I mind, comin' into the town, meetin' cart-
loads and cart-loads o' grain,
That Lord Athmore was sindin' in sthrings to be shipped off from Westport by say;
An' the people stood watchin' thim pass like as if 'twas a corpse on its way.
An' sez Mick, whin we met thim: ‘Look, Norah,’ sez he, ‘that's not aisy to stand:
It's the lives of our childher th' ould naygur's a-cartin' off out o' the land.’
An' sez I, just to pacify Mick: ‘Thin good luck to
the folks as ha' sint
What 'ill keep o' the sowls in their bodies; if we can but do that I'm contint.’
That Lord Athmore was sindin' in sthrings to be shipped off from Westport by say;
An' the people stood watchin' thim pass like as if 'twas a corpse on its way.
An' sez Mick, whin we met thim: ‘Look, Norah,’ sez he, ‘that's not aisy to stand:
It's the lives of our childher th' ould naygur's a-cartin' off out o' the land.’
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What 'ill keep o' the sowls in their bodies; if we can but do that I'm contint.’
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