Irish Literature

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: And 't would save us so much bother when we 'd both be one another? So listen now to reason, Molly Brierley. O I 'm not myself at all ROEY O'MORE. Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen bawn, He was bold as a hawk, and she soft as the dawn; He wished in his heart pretty Kathleen to please, And he thought the...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: And 't would save us so much bother when we 'd both be one another? So listen now to reason, Molly Brierley. O I 'm not myself at all ROEY O'MORE. Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen bawn, He was bold as a hawk, and she soft as the dawn; He wished in his heart pretty Kathleen to please, And he thought the best way to do that was to tease. Now, Rory, be aisy, sweet Kathleen would cry, Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye; With your tricks I don't know, in troth, what I'm about; Faith, you 've teased till I 've put on my cloak inside out. Oh jewel, says Rory, that same is the way You Ve thrated my heart for this many a day, And.'t is plazed that I am, and why not, to be sure? For 't is all for good luck, says bold Rory O'More. Indeed, then, says Kathleen, don't think of the like, For I half gave a promise to soothering Mike; The ground that I walk on he loves, I 'll be bound. Faith, says Rory, I 'd rather love you than the ground. Now, Rory, I 'll cry, if you don't let me go; Sure I dream every night that I 'm hating you so Oh says Rory, that same I 'm delighted to hear, For dhrames always go by contrairies, my dear Oh jewel, keep dreaming that same till you die, And bright morning will give dirty night the black lie; And 't is plazed that I am, and why not, to be sure? Since 't is all for good luck, says bold Rory O'More. Arrah, Kathleen, my darlint, you Ve teazed me enough. Sure I Ve thrashed, for your sake, Dinny Grimes and Jim Duff; And I Ve made myself, drinking your health, quite a baste, So I think, after that, I may talk to the priest. Then Rory, the rogue, stole his arm round her neck, So soft and so white, without freckle or speck, And ...