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Bog-land Studies

By J. Barlow: 3rd ed

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Ay, in troth, 'twas no thing to go do; ay, a scandal it was and a sin;
But mayhap they'd scarce judge him so hard if they knew all the sthraits we were in.
There's the Mother o' Mercy, sez I to meself, sure, it's childher she's had—
May they ne'er want the bite or the sup, if she'll spake a good word for me lad.
Och, me head's gittin' doitered an' quare, or I'd know they've tuk off out o' this,
And is settled in glory above, where there's nought can befall them amiss.

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But suppose she remembers her time down below, if she even lived where
The ould blight never come on their praties an' dhruv the whole land to despair,
Yet I'm thinkin' there's always been plenty o' throuble about on this earth,
An' for sure 'twill ha' happint her whiles to ha' never a sod on the hearth,
Or a scrap for the pot, an' the childher around her all famished an' white,
An' they cryin', an' she nothin' to give them, save bid them to whisht an' be quite.