  Why did ye die "O PAT, the blush is on your face,You're white, an' cowld an' still, I'm all alone, an' by your side, Upon the bleak damp hill. The beatin' from your heart is gone! The starlight from your eye, Mavrone Asthore, O Pat agra! Arrah! why did ye die? A sthrake of blood is on your breast, An' blood is on your brow, O let me die meself, an' rest, It's all I care for now. I want to go where you are gone, An' in your grave to lie! Ah! Pat avrone, I'm all alone, Arrah! why did ye die? Me curse is on the men avick! That brought you out this night, That took you off an' made me sick, An' coaxed ye to the fight, O sure 'twas wrong to give your life, An' lave your wife to cry, Ah! Pat you should have stayed at home, Arrah! why did ye die? You wouldn't take me warnin', Pat, An' shun the moonlight boys,"— "Ah! Biddy whisht! wake out of that, You're dhramin'! stop yer noise! Ye've dhragged the blankets off of me, I'm jammed against the wall, An' you're bawlin' all for nothin' for I'm not dead at all!" illustration |
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