o-whurra-r-a

Updated: May 26, 2025

"Saints! but there's a dog beyant the bark!" he cried a minute after, as the pup crept over to him and began to be friendly, "I wonder is a mon sinsible to go to trustin' the loight o' any moon that shines full on a pitch-black noight whin 'tis rainin'? Och hone! but me stomach's that empty, gin I don't put on me shoes me lungs'll lake trou the soles o' me fate, and gin I do, me shoes they're that sopped, I'll cough them up o-whurra-r-a! whurra-a! but will I iver see Old Oireland agin, I don't know!"

Mabel Osgood Wright - The Garden, You, and I