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And he wint, sure enough, to the church. Widdy Mahon she tould me next dayHow she'd gone there herself for the victuals, an' met wid him comin' away;
And how afther the service they stepped up to Parson's to thry what they'd git,
An' they got a half loaf, an' the full o' the male- bag; an' never a bit
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Och, ye see 'twas for us that he turned, for him- self he'd ne'er do it at all.
An' it's wishful he was to slip home in a hurry, poor lad, wid his pack,
An' to bring us the best that he had. But och, Sisther, he never got back.
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