Es she murmurs sof’ an’ faintly, with the words er-comin’ slow,
“Jim, I never loved no other!” Then I ses, “Oh, I dunno!”
RORY O’MORE
By Samuel Lover
Young Rory O’More courted Kathleen Bawn,
He was bold as a hawk, she as soft as the dawn;
He wish’d in his heart pretty Kathleen to please,
And he thought the best way to do that was to tease.
“Now, Rory, be aisy,” sweet Kathleen would cry,
(Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye),