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PATRICK J. McCALL
(1861- )
HERSELF AND MYSELF
An Old Man's Song
TWAS beyond at Macreddin, at Owen Doyle's weddin', The boys got the pair of us out for a reel. Says I: "Boys, excuse us." Says they: "Don't refuse us." "I'll play nice and aisy," says Larry O'Neil. So off we went trippin' it, up an' down steppin' it —
Herself and Myself on the back of the doore; Till Molly—God bless her !—fell into the dresser, An' I tumbled over a child on the floore.
Says Herself to Myself: " We're as good as the best of them." Says Myself to Herself: "Sure, we're betther than gold." Says Herself to Myself: " We're as young as the rest o' them." Says Myself to Herself: " Troth, we'll never grow old."
As down the lane goin', I felt my heart growin'
As young as it was forty-five years ago. 'Twas here in this bbreen I first kissed my stbireen — |
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