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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408098" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mac O'Macorkity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Plaze, Biddy! plaze have yez got soom cold vittles?<br>Yer dooar's badly 'tinded to; sure'n' I rang twoice.<br>Doon't faitch me sthale bread; fill me baskits and kittles<br>With soomthing what's aitable-- soomthing what's noice.<br>One of our boorders is jist about lavin';<br>Of roast bafe and sich loike he can't git his fill.<br>But fruitcake is what me poor mither is cravin',<br>And there's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill,--<br>There's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some people manage to get through the world!<br>The Mac-O'Macorkities probably will;<br>Yet they have their trials, and they have their troubles--<br>Do hear that &quot;great fattin' pig squailin' for swill!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come Biddy! come now, yer Missus is able<br>To sind soomthing better than lavin's and scraps;<br>We boordin'-house kapers must sit a foine table,<br>Or ilse we moight jist as well pack up our traps.<br>Faith! and we had to git mate from the butcher,<br>And he had the impernance to sind in his bill!<br>As if we'd spind cash that's laid up for the future,<br>While there's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill,--<br>There's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush, Biddy, hush! git ye done with yer blarney;<br>An old Oi'rish family ours is, ye know.<br>Along the hoighway forninst Castle Killarney<br>We rode in our donkey vans ages ago.<br>Bad loock it is, with the loikes of us livin'<br>On soup-bones and praties--no chickens to kill,<br>No turkey at all--not since Thanksgivin',<br>And there's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill,--<br>There's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, Biddy, say! wud ye kape dinner waitin'?<br>Today is the Barrelbung-makers' parade;<br>Me fayther is one, and it's him ye're belatin';<br>Be jabers! it's twilve o'clock now, I'm afraid.<br>Off on the stroike is he, thinkin' its risky<br>In such toimes as thase to kape at the mill;<br>He's nadin' tibbacky, he's noigh out o' whisky,<br>And there's out great fattin' pig squailin' for swill,--<br>There's our great fattin' pig squailin' for swill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Clay+Work">Henry Clay Work</a><div class=q>
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Yer dooar's badly 'tinded to; sure'n' I rang twoice.
Doon't faitch me sthale bread; fill me baskits and kittles
With soomthing what's aitable-- soomthing what's noice.
One of our boorders is jist..."></div>
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