Nora (angrily snatching away hand). There! I’ll not listen to another word!
She Sings.
(Tune—Rory O’Moore.)
Oh, Patrick Murphy, be off wid you, pray,
I been watching your pranks this many a day;
You’re false, and ye’re fickle, as sure as I live
And your hateful desaivin’ I’ll niver forgive.
Ouch! do you think I was blind yester night,
When you walked so fine with Mary O’Dwight?
You kissed her, you rascal, and called her your own,