So I’ll freely confess, and hope you’ll forgive—
That same Molly Muldoon, sure I loved her indeed;
Ay, as well as the Creed
That was never forsaken by one of my breed;
But I couldn’t have married her, after I saw—”
“Saw what?” cried the Father, desirous to hear—
And the chair that he sat in unconsciously rocking—
“Not in her karàcter, yer Riv’rince, a flaw”—
The sick man here dropped a significant tear,
And died as he whispered in the clergyman’s ear—