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Come to my arms, asthore machree my heart s breakin' but it's wid happiness don't be frightened it's wid joy I'm sheddin' these tears it's wid happiness an' delight In' cryin'! Jemmy is livin', an' well, childhre he's livin' an' well, Vara the star of our hearts is livin', an' well, an' happy! Kneel down, childhre kneel down!
In professing friendship, and making love, give him but a taste of the native, and he is a walking honey-comb, that every woman who sees him wishes to have a lick at; and Heaven knows, that frequently, at all times, and in all places, does he get himself licked on their account. Another expression of peculiar force is vick machree or, son of my heart.
"Gra machree yourself! but I say I am," replied Phelim; "robbed clane of every penny of it!"
It's no matter, asthore, how much wicked comrades may laugh an' jeer at you, keep you thrue to the will of your good God, an' to your religious duties, an' let them take their own coorse. Will you promise me to do this, avuillish machree?" "Mother, I have always sthrove to do it, an' with God's assistance, always will." "An', my son, too, will you bear up undher this like a man?
Kathleen, avourneen machree! how my heart beats wid longin' to see you, asthore, and to see the weeny crathurs glory be to Him that has left them to me praise and glory to His name!" He was now within a few perches of thy door; but a sudden misgiving shot across his heart when he saw it shut, and no appearance of smoke from the chimney, nor of stir or life about the house. He advanced
"Forever, from this day out," said the distracted mother, "no hands will ever make it but my own; on no other will I sleep we will both sleep where his head lay there will mine be too avick machree machree! Och, Fardorougha, we can't stand this; let us not take it to heart, as we do; let us trust in God, an' hope for the best."
"Throth, an' Oona will take a glass, herself, this night," added her mother; "an' thanks be to Goodness she'll be our colleen dhas dhun again won't you have a glass, asthore machree?" "I'll do anything that any of you wishes me, mother," replied Una.
Well, wan evenin' I wint to see her, an' says I, `Mrs Morgan, did ye iver hear the bit song called the Widdy Machree? `Sure I niver did, says she. `Would ye like to hear it, darlint? says I. So she says she would, an' I gave it to her right off; an' when I'd done, says I, `Now, Widdy Morgan, ochone! will ye take me? But she shook her head, and looked melancholy. `Ye ain't a-goin' to take spasms? said I, for I got frightened at her looks. `No, says she; `but there's a sacret about me; an' I like ye too well, Phil, to decaive ye; if ye only know'd the sacret, ye wouldn't have me at any price.
"Thank you, dear," replied the woman, tenderly; "God bless you; you are a wild girl, sure enough; but above all things, afore I go, don't forget the box for for och, for Charley Hanlon. God bless you, a colleen machree, an' make you what you ought to be!"
'Dance, alauna machree! cried Aurora. The flute piped higher, a hundred voices took up the cry, and Mary was conquered. Gathering a bunch of skirts in either hand, the big woman commenced a step. Aurora enlivened it with quaint, melodious Irish cries, the men roared encouragement, and presently Mary Kyley was dancing with heart and soul and every ounce of energy. Dancing was a passion with Mrs.
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