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Bog-land Studies

By J. Barlow: 3rd ed

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And we missed him, faith, little an' big, but th ould master he missed him the worst,
It's a full ten year oulder he looked from that day. Howsomedever, at first
We thried puttin' the best face we could on the matter, an' talkin'a dale
Of how soon he'd be wid us agin; an' thin letters 'ud come by the mail
Wid discripshins of all Misther Denis was seein' an' doin' out there,
An' that cheered him up finely; an' whiles he'd step down where the most of us were,

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When we'd sit on the pier afther work, an' 'ud read us out bits of his news
From Austhraly; an' thin we'd get gabbin' together like say-gulls an' mews
Whin they're fishin' an' fightin', of all Misther Denis 'ud do out of han'
Once he come home as rich as a Jew; the good stock that he'd put on the lan',
An' the fields he'd be dhrainin'; bedad, we'd the whole of it settled an' planned,
To the names o' the cows, an' which side o' the yard the new cart-shed 'ud stand.
Why, one night young Pat Byrne an' Joe Murphy they set to an' boxed up an' down
About which o' thim both'd get the job to look afther the greyhounds he'd own—
For we knew Misther Denis 'd be sartin to keep an odd few in the place—
An' th' ould master seemed rael diverted, an' gave thim a shillin' apiece.