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THE “WHISTLIN' THIEF.”
When Pat came o'er the hill,
His Colleen fair to see,
His whistle low, but shrill,
The signal was to be;
(Pat whistles.)
His Colleen fair to see,
His whistle low, but shrill,
The signal was to be;
“Mary,” the mother said,
“Some one is whistlin' sure;”
Says Mary, “'tis only the wind
Is whistlin' thro' the door.”
(Pat whistles a bit of a popular air.)
“Some one is whistlin' sure;”
Says Mary, “'tis only the wind
Is whistlin' thro' the door.”
“I've liv'd a long time, Mary,
In this wide world my dear,
But a door to whistle like that
I never yet did hear.”
In this wide world my dear,
But a door to whistle like that
I never yet did hear.”
“But, mother, you know the fiddle
Hangs close beside the chink,
And the wind upon the strings
Is playin' the tune I think.”
(The pig grunts.)
Hangs close beside the chink,
And the wind upon the strings
Is playin' the tune I think.”
“Mary, I hear the pig,
Uneasy in his mind.”
“But, mother, you know they say,
The pigs can see the wind.”
Uneasy in his mind.”
“But, mother, you know they say,
The pigs can see the wind.”
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“That's thrue enough, in the day,
But I think you may remark,
That pigs, no more nor we,
Can see anything in the dark.”
(The dog barks.)
But I think you may remark,
That pigs, no more nor we,
Can see anything in the dark.”
“The dog is barkin' now,
The fiddle can't play that tune.”
“But, mother, the dogs will bark
Whenever they see the moon.”
The fiddle can't play that tune.”
“But, mother, the dogs will bark
Whenever they see the moon.”
“But how could he see the moon,
When, you know, the dog is blind?
Blind dogs won't bark at the moon,
Nor fiddles be play'd by the wind.
When, you know, the dog is blind?
Blind dogs won't bark at the moon,
Nor fiddles be play'd by the wind.
“I'm not such a fool as you think,
I know very well 'tis Pat:—
Shut your mouth you whistlin' thief,
And go along home out o' that!
I know very well 'tis Pat:—
Shut your mouth you whistlin' thief,
And go along home out o' that!
“And you go off to bed,
Don't play upon me your jeers,
For tho' I have lost my eyes,
I haven't lost my ears!”
Don't play upon me your jeers,
For tho' I have lost my eyes,
I haven't lost my ears!”
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