It is there she should be, so she ought,
With the eyes dancing jigs in her head;
Faith, when I was a boy, sure we thought . . .”
“Moryah!
’Twas yourself had an eye in the head.”
“Don’t I mind the old days that are through,
When a boy and a colleen afar
Felt the bound and the hurt of it too
As they swung in a dream on a star—
Thiggim-thu,[[13]] my Old Man, thiggim-thu?”