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Updated: May 12, 2025
"Then take my advice, darling widow machree, Och hone! widow machree, And with my advice, 'faith I wish you'd take me, Och hone! widow machree. You'd have me to desire Then to sit by the fire; And sure hope is no liar In whispering to me That the ghosts would depart, When you'd me near your heart, Och hone! widow machree."
She looked at her father and smiled again; but that smile cut him to the heart. "I will make the tea myself, father," she replied, "and I won't commit any more mistakes;" and as she spoke she unconsciously poured the tea into the slop bowl. "Avourneen," said her mother, "let John do it; acushla machree, let him do it."
God pity them, they don't know and maybe that same's some comfort the hardships that's before them. Poor crathurs! see how quiet and sorrowful they sit about their little play, passin' the time for themselves as well as they can! Alley, acushla machree, come over to me.
"'Why, thin, says Jack, 'my beautiful darl plase your honor's ladyship if he Dangs it up, will you do me the favor, acushla machree, to turn my head toardst that same panel where I saw a sartin fair face that I won't mintion: and if you do, let me alone for watching a sartin purty face I'm acquainted with. "'What means cushla machree? inquired the lady, as she turned to go away.
They're all good to me, as they ever wor to' us both, acushla machree; but poor Bryan, that you loved so much your favorite and your pride has had much to suffer, darlin', since you left us; but blessed be God, he bears it manfully and patiently, although I can see by the sorrow on my boy's brow that the heart widin him is breakin'. He's not, afther all, to be married, as you hoped and wished he would, to Kathleen Cavanagh.
Oh, Connor, avick, what will I do? Honor, achora, what 'ill become o' me ainn't I strugglin', strugglin' against it, whatever it is; don't yees pity me? Don't ye, avick machree, don't ye, Honor? Oh, don't yees pity me?" "God pity you!" said the wife, bursting into tears; "what will become of you? Pray to God, Fardorougha, pray to Him. No one alive can change your heart but God.
Whose hand should be upon me in what arms but yours should I die? But where are you, asthore? My eyes want a last look of you; I feel you ay, I feel you in my breakin' heart, and sweet your presence in it, avourneen machree; but how is it that I cannot see you? Oh, my wife, my young wife, my spotless wife, be with me near me!"
He started, and awoke; but so terrific had been his dream, that on opening his eyes he clasped Connor in his arms, and exclaimed, "No no, I'll hould him till you cut my grip; Connor, avick machree, hould to me!" "Father, father, for God's sake, think a minute, you wor only dreaming."
Sure Jimmy God spare him to you wouldn't be dead?" "Glory be to God! no, avourneen machree. Och, och! but it 'ud be the black sight, an' the black day, that 'ud see my brave, boy, the staff of our support, an' the bread of our mouth, taken away from us! No, no, Kathleen dear, it's not that bad wid me yet. I hope we'll never live to see his manly head laid down before us.
"Honor," replied her husband, "avourneen machree, I think you'll save your husband's sowl yet, undhor my merciful Saviour." "Your son, undher the same merciful God, will do it. Your heart was hard and godless, Fardorougha, and, surely, if Connor's death 'll be the manes of savin' his father's sowl, wouldn't it be a blessin' instead of a misfortune?
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