Ah, but their way wasn’t my way, and they mightn’t understand.
So I lit the little candles, and I beckoned you away,
And you came—God bless you for it, boy—the partin’ prayer to say.
Ay, the partin’ Rosary, darlin’—I can see you kneelin’ there,
With your big broad shoulders bendin’, and your hands joined on the chair,
And your man’s voice like an organ rollin’ out its soul apart—
Och, to-night, boy, in my dreamin’ it is dronin’ in my heart.
Yes, we said it with the music strummin’ ragtime songs throughout,
Just our two selves there together, answerin’ t’other turn about.
’Tis a quare, quare world, alannah, when the storm can work its stress