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- JOHN KINSELLA'S LAMENT FOR MRS. MARY MOORE
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- A BLOODY and a sudden end,
- Gunshot or a noose,
- For Death who takes what man would keep,
- Leaves what man would lose.
- He might have had my sister,
- My cousins by the score,
- But nothing satisfied the fool
- But my dear Mary Moore,
- None other knows what pleasures man
- At table or in bed.
- i{What shall I do for pretty girls}
- i{Now my old bawd is dead?}
- Though stiff to strike a bargain,
- Like an old Jew man,
- Her bargain struck we laughed and talked
- And emptied many a can;
- And O! but she had stories,
- Though not for the priest's ear,
- To keep the soul of man alive,
- Banish age and care,
- And being old she put a skin
- On everything she said.
- i{What shall I do for pretty girls}
- i{Now my old bawd is dead?}
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- The priests have got a book that says
- But for Adam's sin
- Eden's Garden would be there
- And I there within.
- No expectation fails there,
- No pleasing habit ends,
- No man grows old, no girl grows cold
- But friends walk by friends.
- Who quarrels over halfpennies
- That plucks the trees for bread?
- i{What shall I do for pretty girls}
- i{Now my old bawd is dead?}
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