And left me to walk down the dark lane alone.
Pat (taking up song).
Oh, Nora, me darlint, be off wid your airs,
For nobody wants you, and nobody cares!
For you do want your Patrick, for don’t you see,
You could not so well love any but me.
When my lips met[1] Miss Mary’s, now just look at me,
I shut my eyes tight just this way, don’t you see?
And when the kiss came, what did I do?—
I shut my eyes tight, and made believe it was you!