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Keeps  flatterin’  me pride,  to  get  me  heart in a fix j
                                     And  Bridget, you  know,  has  great  expectations
                                     From  her father that's  dead,  and  lots  of  relations.
                                     Then there's  Biddy  OF’arrel,  the  cunningest  elf,
                                     Sings  " Patrick,  me  darlin’,'1  and  that means  meself.
                                     I  might marry  them  both,  if  I  Jell so inclined,
                                     But there's  no  use talking  of  the likes  of  their kind.
                                     I t:\ites them both  alike,  without  impartiality,
                                     And maintains  meself  sure on the  ground  of  neutrality.
                                     On  me  knees,  Helen,  darlint,  I  ask  your consent
                                   "For better  or worse,”  without  asking a cent.
                                     I'd  do  anythin"  in  the world—anything you  would  say*
                                     If } ou'd  he  Mistress  Dolin  instead of  Miss  Day.
                                     I’d save all  me  money  and  buy me  a house,
                                     Where  nothing  should tease  us so  much  as  mouse;
                                     And yo.i'li  hear  nothing else  from  year out  to year in,
                                     But swate  words  of  kindness  from  Patrick  Dolin.
                                     Then—if ye should  die—-forgive  me the thought.
                                     I ’d always  behave as  a dacenl man  ought.
                                     I ’d spend all  me days  in  wailing and  crying
                                     And  wish for nothin’  so  much  as  jist to  be  dying.
                                     Then  you'd see  on  marble  slabs,  reared  up  side  by  side,
                                   “ Here  lies  Patrick  Dolin,  and  Helen,  his  bride.1'
                                     Yer indulgence, in  conclusion,  on  me  letter  I  ask,
                                     For  to  write  a  love  letter is  110 aisy  Uisk;
                                     I ’ve an  impediment in  me speech,  as  trie  letter shows,
                                     And  a cold  111  me  head  makes  me  write through  me nose.
                                     Please write  me  a  letter,  in  me  great-uncle’s care,
                                     With  the  prescription  upon  it,  “ Patrick  Dolin,  LiquaTe.1'
                                    (CIn  haste,”  write in  big  letters,  on  the outside  of the cover,
                                     And  believe  me forever,  your  distractionate lover.
                                          Written  wid  me  own  hand.
                                                                                         Ilia
                                                                                P a t r ic k   x   D o l in ,
                                                                                        m arL,
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