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For they're partly o' the earth an' still they're partly o' the skies,
Like Johneen. So far as he's thraveled he's been laughin' all the way; For the little soul is quare an' wise, the little heart is
gay;
An' he likes the merry daffodils—he thinks they'd do to play
With Johneen.
He'll sail a boat yet, if he only has his luck,
Young Johneen; For he takes to the wather like any little duck,
Boy Johneen; Sure, them are the hands now to pull on a rope, An' nate feet for walkin' the deck on a slope, But the ship she must wait a wee while yet, I hope, For Johneen.
For we couldn't do wantin' him, not just yet —
Och, Johneen, 'Tis you that are the daisy, an' you that are the pet,
Wee Johneen. Here's to your health, an' we'll dhrink it to-night, Sldinte gal, avic machree ! live an' do right! Sldinte gal, avourneen ! may your days be bright,
Johneen !
LOOKIN' BACK
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ATHERS o' Moyle an' the white gulls fiyin', Since I was near ye what have I seen ? Deep great seas, an' a sthrong wind sighin' Night and day where the waves are green. |
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