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Who were they to cock their nose?
“ And had they forgot when they lived next door? A lazy lot, and as poor as poorAnd— Misses Baynes ! the beautiful tay You've got ! and—I raely think I'll stayAnd—could you lend me a shillin till tomorrow ? And borrow, borrow, borrow, borrow. Aye, and starvin, and him doin nothin for hours But pokin about with his harbs and his flowersThe lig-y-ma-treih! the dirty ould bough! And now it was Misther Lee! my gough! Misther and Misthress Lee in the gigMake way, good people !-aw, terrible big ! And would I demean myself to them? You silly-billy! for shame! for shame !" And at it again—" And what she would ratherAnd me the very spit of my father"! And what was a bychild, if you come to that? It wasn a dog, and it wasn a cat; But a man's own flesh, and the love and the life Was in it — let be she wasn your wifeAnd after all why shouldn she be? She was a strappin wench was Jinny Magee, And good at the work, and worth a hundred Of your Betsy things—and why should we be sundered ? And Jinny and her would agree, never fear her!” Aw, she was despard though to hear her.
“Hush ! mawther!" I says, “ aw, mawther, hush!”
All into one, like a sudden thaw,
And I took her and put her upon the bed
I shipped foreign of coorse, and a fine ship too,
It was dark when I come upon the street, And my heart hung heavy on my feet, And-all turned in, but in the ould spot A light was burnin still, and the hot I felt, and the chokin, and over the midden, And up to the pane—and her face half hidden, And her sure enough, and the ould arm-cheer, And as straight as a reed, and terrible speer! And the needles twinklin cheerily, And a brave big book spread out on her knee, The Bible--thinks I --and I was raely plased, For it's a great thing to get ould people aised In their minds with the lek o' yandhar, and tracks, And hymns-it studdies them though, and slacks Their sowls, and softens their tempers, and stops Their coughin as good as any drops. And if they don't understand what they're readin The poor ould things—it's a sort of feedinChewin or suction-what's the odds ? One way's man's, and the other God's !
But how about Betsy ?” well, wait a bit ! How about her? aye that was itAnd what a man knows, you see he knows, So I lifts the latch, and in I goes. “Mawther!” I says—my God! the spring She gev, and says she—“ It's a scandalous thing," She says, “comin back in their very closes ! And it's bad enough, but I'll have no ghoses ! Be aff!” says she, “be aff! be aff!” Well, I raely couldn help but laugh. “ I'm Thomas Baynes, your son ! " I said ; “ I'm not a ghost.” “And aren't you dead ? ”. “No!” I says, and I tuk and gev her a kiss : “Is that like a ghost ?” “Well, I can't say it is.” “ And—Betsy, mawther?” Aw, Christ, the look ! “ Betsy, mawther ?”—the woman shook ; And she spread her arms, and I staggered to her, And I fell upon my knees on the floor ; And she wrapped my head in her brat—d'ye hear? For to see a man cryin is middlin queer : And then, my mates, then—then I knew What a man that's backed by the Divil can do.) For hadn this Taylor come one day, And tould them I was drowned at sea ? And ould Anthony Lee, that might have knew bette Never axed to see the letter Nor nothin, but talked about “ Providence ; " And the men at the shore they hadn the sense And the Pazon as simple as a child, And that's the way the villian beguiled The lot of them, for they didn know What to do or where to go,
As if there wasn no owners nor agent,
And Betsy, be sure, heard all before long, They took care of that, and then ding-dong, Night and day the ould people was at herAnd would she marry Taylor ? and chitter-chatter ! And never a word from Betsy Lee But “It cannot be! it cannot be !” And thinner and thinner every day, And paler and paler, I've heard them say; And always doin the work and goin, And early and late, and them never knowin, For all they thought theirselves so wise, That the gel was dyin under their eyes. And—“Take advice, and marry him now ! A rael good husband anyhow." And allis the one against the threeAnd “It cannot be! it cannot be !"
One night he was there, and words ran high-
And when the winter time come round, And the snow lyin deep upon the ground, One mornin early the mother got up To see how was she, and give her a sup Of tea or the like-and-mates-hould on Betsy was gone! aye, Betsy was gone ! “Gentle Jesus, meek and mild ! Look upon a little child ! Pity my simplicity ! Suffer me to come to thee !" That's the words I've heard her sing When she was just a little prattlin thingAnd I raely don't think in my heart that ever She was different from that—no, never ! Aw, He'd pity her simplicity! A child to God ! a woman to me! “ Gentle Jesus !” the sound is sweet, Like you'll hear the little lammies bleat! Gentle Jesus ! well, well, well ! And once I thought-but who can tell! Come! give us a drop of drink! the stuff A man will put out when he's dry! that's enough! To hear me talkin religion- eh? You must have thought it strange ?—You didn-ye say ? You didn !—10 !- - n it! you didn-you! Well, that'll do, my lads; that'll do, that'll do.
Well, of coorse the buryin-terrible grand,
But, however, you musn suppose, my men,