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VI.
An' her nabours an frinds 'ud consowl an' condowl wid her, airly and late,
'Your Danny,' they says, 'niver crasst over say to the Sassenach whate;
He's gone to the States, aroon, an' he's married another wife,
An' ye'll niver set eyes an the face of the thraithur agin in life!
An' to dhrame of a married man, death alive, is a mortial sin.'
But Molly says 'I'd his hand-promise, an' shure he'll meet me agin.'
An' her nabours an frinds 'ud consowl an' condowl wid her, airly and late,
'Your Danny,' they says, 'niver crasst over say to the Sassenach whate;
He's gone to the States, aroon, an' he's married another wife,
An' ye'll niver set eyes an the face of the thraithur agin in life!
An' to dhrame of a married man, death alive, is a mortial sin.'
But Molly says 'I'd his hand-promise, an' shure he'll meet me agin.'
VII.
An' afther her paärints had inter'd glory, an' both in wan day,
An' afther her paärints had inter'd glory, an' both in wan day,
