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Johnny was studdy uncommon, an' terrible fon' of the lan',
An' helpin' Daa with the bases an' givin' us all a han';
Billy an' him went foreign—I h'ard they were doin' well,
But, the name of the place they was to, is beatin' all to tell.

The gels is married on farmers, an' bringin' a boy or a chile
For to see th' oul' granny an' all, an' he rared at me here for a while;
But I'm all as well by myself, for then in the mids of the night
I can stir up the bons on the chiollagh till the house is full of light.

An' I sit with a fut on the cradle till the blaze is dyin' down,
An' the childher goin' a-mixin' with the shaddas creepenin' roun';
I'm watchin' wan an' another, an' always her that was took,
An' Daa comin' in on the dhure, an' Henery readin' his book.