Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . mostly of cotton, Her heart is made wholly of stone. She falls in love with a fellow Who shells with a foreign air;He marries her for her money. She marries him for his hair!One of the very best matches,— Both are well mated in life;Shes got a fool for a husband. Hes got a fool for a tcife! WIDOW ]\IACHREE Bt/ Samuel Lover WIDOW machree, its no wonder you frown,—Och hone! widow machree;Faith, it ruins your looks, that same dirty blackgown,—Och hone! widow altered y
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . mostly of cotton, Her heart is made wholly of stone. She falls in love with a fellow Who shells with a foreign air;He marries her for her money. She marries him for his hair!One of the very best matches,— Both are well mated in life;Shes got a fool for a husband. Hes got a fool for a tcife! WIDOW ]\IACHREE Bt/ Samuel Lover WIDOW machree, its no wonder you frown,—Och hone! widow machree;Faith, it ruins your looks, that same dirty blackgown,—Och hone! widow altered your that close cap you wear,—T is destroying your hair. Which should be flowing free;Be no longer a churlOf its black silken curl,—Och hone! widow machree! Widow machree, now the summer is come,—Och hone! widow machree. Widow Machree When everything smiles, should a beauty look glum ? Och hone! widow machree!See the birds go in pairs,And the rabbits and hares;Why, even the bears Now in couples agree;And the mute little fish,Though they cant spake, they wish,— Och hone! widow FAITH, I WISH YOU D TAKE ME Widow machree, and when winter comes in,- Och hone! widow machree,—To be poking the fire all alone is a sin,Och hone! widow the shovel and tongsTo each other the kettle sings songs 466 Widow Machree Full of family glee;While alone with your cupLike a hermit you sup,Och hone! widow machree. Ar)d how^ do you know, with the comforts Ivetowld,—Och hone! widow machree,—But youre keeping some poor fellow out in thecowld,Och hone! widow machree!With such sins on your head,Sure your peace would be fled;Could you sleep in your bed Without thinking to seeSome ghost or some sprite,That would wake you each night. Crying Och hone! widow machree! Then take my advice, darling widow machree,— Och hone! widow machree,—And with my advice, Faith, I wish youd take me, Och hone! widow machree!Youd have me to desireThen to stir u
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