An', maybe, the likes of a kiss here and there, 

 He prospered so well that she gave her consent, 

 The priest would get word for the week before Lent. 

 Small comfort ye'll see 



Through the world as ye jog, 

 If ye're apt to make free 

 Wid a Prodesdan dog. 



" Shure, Michael," says Bridget, "my wits was 



asthray ; 

 What would I be afther, forgettin' the tay ? " 

 She shtips to the cupboard, an' " Musha ! " she 



cries, 

 " Ye'd be handy at hclpin'" yourself, I'd surmise. 

 Make free wid my shpoons ! och, it passes belief!" 

 " Is it me, then," says Michael, "ye'd make me 



a thief?" 

 " I would, Sorr," says she, wid a catch in the throat, 

 " An' 'tis jinglin' they are in the tail of your cwoat." 

 Ah ! take my advice 



Through the world as ye jog, 

 An' never look twice 



At a Prodesdan dog. 



" Is it me condiscind to your shpoons an' your 



cash ? 

 Faix, I'd not soil my hand wid the dirty low thrash. 

 Good day, Miss O'Leary," says Mike, an' wid that 

 He whistles the dog, an' he feels for his hat. 



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