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afther Andy began bottle captain comes crowd Darby dead dear don't door eyes face fair faith Father fellow gave give goin gone green gridiron half hand head hear heard heart hills honour I'll Ireland Irish it's keep land laugh leave letter light live look luck Malone master Mick mighty mind Miss Molly mother never night O'Brien o'er once ould Paddy Peggy Phadrig poor Power pray priest round saint says seen shillings shout song soon soul squire stand stood strong sure tell that's there's thing thought told took town turned voice wait what's widdy Widow wish woman wonder young
24. oldal - ... ever — and, faith, I began to think that maybe the captain was wrong, and that it was not France at all at all ; and so says I,
22. oldal - I'm as good a furriner myself as any o' thim.' " ' What do you mane ?' says he. " ' I mane,' says I, ' what I towld you, that I'm as good a furriner myself as any o
27. oldal - O'Leary. Well — twenty summers had gone past, And June's red sun was sinking, When I, a man, sat by my door, Of twenty sad things thinking. A little dog came up the way, His gait was slow and weary, And at his tail a lame man limped — 'Twas "Pinch
44. oldal - Of lovers she had a full score, Or more; And fortunes they all had galore, In store; From the minister down To the Clerk of the Crown, All were courting the Widow Malone, Ohone!
44. oldal - you're my Molly Malone, My own ! Oh," says he, " you're my Molly Malone." And the widow they all thought so shy, My eye ! Ne'er thought of a simper or sigh, For why ? But " Lucius," says she, " Since you've now made so free, You may marry your Mary Malone, Ohone ! You may marry your Mary Malone.
27. oldal - O'Leary ! Old Caoch, but, oh ! how woe-begone ! His form is bowed and bending, His fleshless hands are stiff and wan, Ay — Time is even blending The colours on his threadbare ' bag ' — And ' Pinch ' is twice as hairy And 'thin-spare' as when first I saw Himself and Caoch O'Leary. ' God's blessing here ! ' the wanderer cried, ' Far, far be hell's black viper ; Does anybody hereabouts Remember Caoch the Piper ? ' With swelling heart I grasped his hand ; The old man murmured, 'Deary, Are you the...
78. oldal - Indeed, then, sure enough I was, that's no lie for you, sir. Good morning to you, but it is not rich I am now - but have you another bottle, for I want it now as much as I did long ago; so if you have it, sir, here is the cow for it.' 'And here is the bottle,' said the old man, smiling; 'you know what to do with it.
113. oldal - Yes, sir," said the postmaster, producing one, — " fourpence." The gentleman paid the fourpence postage, and left the shop with his letter. " Here's a letter for the squire," said the postmaster, "you've to pay me elevenpence postage.