"Kape up yer heart--I never knew
Since I come out a single hungry day!"
"But thin I left the crowded city sthreets,
There men galore to toil in thim an' die,
Meself wint wid me axe to cut a home
In the green woods beneath the clear, swate sky.
"I did that same: an' God be prais'd this day!
Plenty sits smilin' by me own dear dure:
An' in them years I never wanst have seen
A famished child creep tremblin' on me flure!"
I listened to ould Dolan's honest words,
That's twenty years ago this very spring,
An' Mick is married--an' me Rosie wears
A swateheart's little, shinin' goulden ring.
'Twould make yer heart lape just to take a look
At the green fields upon me own big farm;
An' God be prais'd! all men may have the same
That owns an axe! an' has a strong right arm!
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