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" I'm here," says I, " to be married to-morrow, Wi' the man to find an' the money to borrow."
"As sure as ye're young an' fair," says she, "one
day ye'11 be ugly an' ould. If ye haven't a husband, who'll care," says she, "to call ye in out o' the could ? Left to yourself, Laid on the shelf,— Now is your time to marry. Musha! don't tell me ye'll be married to-morrow, Wi' the man to find an' the money to borrow."
"I may be dead ere I'm ould," says I, "for nobody
knows their day. I never was feared o' the could," says I, "but I'm feared to give up me way. Good or bad, Sorry or glad,
'Tis mine no more when I marry. So here stand I, to be married to-morrow, Wi' the man to find an' the money to borrow."
The poor ould caillach went down the hill shakin' her
finger at me. " 'Tis on top o' the world ye think yerself still, an' that's what it is," says she. But tJion was the day Dan Macllray Had me promise to marry. So here stand I, to be married to-morrow,— The man he is found, but the money's to borrow. |
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