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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Missis Moriarty's Boy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Missis Moriarty called last week, and says she to me, says she:<br> &quot;Sure the heart of me's broken entirely now -- it's the fortunate woman you are;<br>You've still got your Dinnis to cheer up your home, but me Patsy boy where is he?<br> Lyin' alone, cold as a stone, kilt in the weariful wahr.<br>Oh, I'm seein' him now as I looked on him last, wid his hair all curly and bright,<br> And the wonderful, tenderful heart he had, and his eyes as he wint away,<br>Shinin' and lookin' down on me from the pride of his proper height:<br> Sure I'll remember me boy like that if I live to me dyin' day.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And just as she spoke them very same words me Dinnis came in at the door,<br> Came in from McGonigle's ould shebeen, came in from drinkin' his pay;<br>And Missis Moriarty looked at him, and she didn't say anny more,<br> And she wrapped her head in her ould black shawl, and she quietly wint away.<br>And what was I thinkin', I ask ye now, as I put me Dinnis to bed,<br> Wid him ravin' and cursin' one half of the night, as cold by his side I sat;<br>Was I thinkin' the poor ould woman she was wid her Patsy slaughtered and dead?<br> Was I weepin' for Missis Moriarty? I'm not so sure about that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Missis Moriarty goes about wid a shinin' look on her face;<br> Wid her grey hair under her ould black shawl, and the eyes of her mother-mild;<br>Some say she's a little bit off her head; but annyway it's the case,<br> Her timper's so swate that you nivver would tell she'd be losin' her only child.<br>And I think, as I wait up ivery night for me Dinnis to come home blind,<br> And I'm hearin' his stumblin' foot on the stair along about half-past three:<br>Sure there's many a way of breakin' a heart, and I haven't made up me mind --<br> Would I be Missis Moriarty, or Missis Moriarty me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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 &quot;Sure the heart of me's broken entirely now -- it's the fortunate woman you are;
You've still got your Dinnis to cheer up your home, but me Patsy boy where is he?
 Lyin' alone, ..."></div>
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