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<h2> Missis Moriarty's Boy </h2>
<p>Missis Moriarty called last week, and says she to me, says she:<br/>
"Sure the heart of me's broken entirely now—<br/>
it's the fortunate woman you are;<br/>
You've still got your Dinnis to cheer up your home,<br/>
but me Patsy boy where is he?<br/>
Lyin' alone, cold as a stone, kilt in the weariful wahr.<br/>
Oh, I'm seein' him now as I looked on him last,<br/>
wid his hair all curly and bright,<br/>
And the wonderful, tenderful heart he had, and his eyes as he wint away,<br/>
Shinin' and lookin' down on me from the pride of his proper height:<br/>
Sure I'll remember me boy like that if I live to me dyin' day."<br/>
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And just as she spoke them very same words me Dinnis came in at the door,<br/>
Came in from McGonigle's ould shebeen, came in from drinkin' his pay;<br/>
And Missis Moriarty looked at him, and she didn't say anny more,<br/>
But she wrapped her head in her ould black shawl, and she quietly wint away.<br/>
And what was I thinkin', I ask ye now, as I put me Dinnis to bed,<br/>
Wid him ravin' and cursin' one half of the night, as cold by his side I sat;<br/>
Was I thinkin' the poor ould woman she was<br/>
wid her Patsy slaughtered and dead?<br/>
Was I weepin' for Missis Moriarty? I'm not so sure about that.<br/>
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Missis Moriarty goes about wid a shinin' look on her face;<br/>
Wid her grey hair under her ould black shawl,<br/>
and the eyes of her mother-mild;<br/>
Some say she's a little bit off her head; but annyway it's the case,<br/>
Her timper's so swate that you nivver would tell<br/>
she'd be losin' her only child.<br/>
And I think, as I wait up ivery night for me Dinnis to come home blind,<br/>
And I'm hearin' his stumblin' foot on the stair along about half-past three:<br/>
Sure there's many a way of breakin' a heart, and I haven't made up me mind—<br/>
Would I be Missis Moriarty, or Missis Moriarty me?<br/></p>
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