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In Other Words
Alas, as the poet declares, Tempus fidgets!
’Tis only a month since she came to our shore.
But since she’s met Norahs and Katies and Bridgets,
Ochone! our acushla is happy no more!
She started to work for a weekly three-fifty;
But now she gets seven, her habits are thrifty.
Her dress it is faultless and stylishly nifty—
And Tuesdays and Thursdays and Saturdays out.
’Tis only a month since she came to our shore.
But since she’s met Norahs and Katies and Bridgets,
Ochone! our acushla is happy no more!
She started to work for a weekly three-fifty;
But now she gets seven, her habits are thrifty.
Her dress it is faultless and stylishly nifty—
And Tuesdays and Thursdays and Saturdays out.
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