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Phelim whistled "ulican dim oh," or, "the song of sorrow." At length he bounced to his feet, and exclaimed in a loud, rapid voice: "Ma chuirp an diouol! ould couple, but I'm robbed of my ten guineas by Sam Appleton!" "Robbed by Sam Appleton! Heavens above!" exclaimed the father. "Robbed by Sam Appleton! Gra machree, Phelim! no, you aren't!" exclaimed the mother.
Mother, come home, and let me lay my head upon your breast, agra machree, for I think it will be for the last time: we lived lonely, avourneen, wid none but ourselves sometimes in happiness, when the nabors 'ud be kind to us and sometimes in sorrow, when there 'ud be none to help us. It's over now, mother, and I'm lavin' you for ever!
I must go to a strange country, and sleep among a strange people; but it's for the sake of our childre' I do so, lavin' you alone there where you're sleepin'? I wouldn't lave you if I could help it; but we'll meet yet in heaven, my blessed wife, where there won't be distress, or injustice, or sorrow to part us. Achora machree, I'm come, then, to take my last farewell of you.
Jimmy, avourneen machree, an' how can I part wid you, my darlin' son! Sure, when I look at your mild face, and think that you're takin' the world on your head to rise us out of our poverty, isn't my heart breakin'! A lonely house we'll have afther you, acushla! Goin' out and comin' in, at home or abroad, your voice won't be in my ears, nor your eye smilin' upon me.
Well she knew it; her heart flutthered up like a little bird that id be wounded, and then dhropped still in her breast. It was himself. In a minute he was through the hedge and standing before her. 'Leum! says she. 'Mavourneen cuishla machree! says he; and without another word they were locked in one another's arms.
In groups they were singing softly as they went by. The first bunch were singing "Mother Machree."
"Connor, avich machree," added the father, "you're lost! My hand to you, if he's worth three hapuns; sthrip an' throw my Cothamore about you, an' draw in to the fire; you're fairly lost." "I'm worth two lost people yet," said Connor, smiling; "mother, did you ever see a pleasanter night?" "Pleasant, Connor, darlin'! Oh thin it's you may say so, I'm sure!"
I know it won't be long I'll be wid her soon. Asthore machree, we'll' be together, I hope, afore long an', oh! if it was the will o' God, I would be glad if it was afore night!" The poor, shattered, heart-broken creature wept bitterly, for he felt somewhat sensible of the justice of the reproof which he expected from the priest, as well as undiminished sorrow for his wife.
Oh, wurrah sthrue! my brave son, is it there you're lyin' wid us, avourneen machree!" and she again renewed her grief. "Oh, thin, I'm sure I forgive you," said Darby: "but keep your grief in for a start, till I say the De Prowhinjis over him, for the pace an' repose of his sowl. Kneel down all of yez."
Och, thin, says Jack, giving a good-humored smile through the frown that was on his face, 'plase your lady a cushla machree it's all over with me; for I've still the same story to tell, and off goes my head, as sure as it's on my shoulders, this blessed night.
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