Och, girls, dear, did you ever hear,
I wrote my love a letther,
And altho' he cannot read,
Sure, I thought it all the betther,
For why should he be puzzled
With hard spellin' in the matther,
When the manin' was so plain
That I love him faithfully,
And he knows it, oh, he knows it.
Without one word from me!
Katey has a great deal to tell about her letter, she tells how she wrote it, and she folded it, and put a seal upon it.
"'Twas a seal, almost as big as the crown of my best bonnet," and then comes the conclusion:—
Now, girls, would you belave it?
That postman so concaited,
No answer will he bring me
So long as I have waited.
But maybe there mayn't be one
For the raison I have stated.
That my love can neither read nor write
Though he loves me faithfully!
In Terence's Farewell to Kathleen there is pathos as well as fun: —
So, my Kathleen, you're goin' to lave me
All alone by myself in this place,
But I'm sure that you'll never decaive me
Oh! no, if there's truth in that face.
