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And he thought the best way to do that was to tease. "Now, Rory, be aisy," sweet Kathleen would cry, Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye; " With your tricks I don't know, in troth, what I'm
about; Faith, you've teased till I've put on my cloak inside
out." " Oh ! jewel," says Rory, " that same is the way You've thrated my heart for this many a day, And 'tis plazed that I am, and why not, to be sure ? For 'tis all for good luck," says bold Rory O'More.
" Indeed, then," says Kathleen, " don't think of the
like, For I half gave a promise to soothering Mike; The ground that I walk on he loves, I'll be bound." " Faith," says Rory, "I'd rather love you than the
ground." " Now, Rory, I'll cry, if you don't let me go; Sure I dream every night that I'm hating you so ! " "Oh ! " says Rory, " that same I'm delighted to
hear, For dhrames always go by contra iries, my dear ! Oh 1 jewel, keep dreaming that same till you die, And bright morning will give dirty night the black lie; And 'tis plazed that I am, and why not, to be sure? Since 'tis all for good luck," says bold Rory O'More.
"Arrah, Kathleen, my darlint, you've teazed me
enough, Sure I've thrashed, for your sake, Dinny Grimes and
Jim Duff; And I've made myself, drinking your health, q ite a
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