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1. A Song - Feilme (continued)

   

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   And when the both their tears had dried.
   Pat drew his chair up by her side
   And mourned the loss of Feilme.
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   O Pat you are the funny lad
   You make me laugh though I feel sad.
   To see you I was always glad
   You so resemble Feilme.
   8
   O Pat you have the funny ways
   (You) Draw up your chair beside me please.
   I'll see and rise for you a blaze
   I talked too much of Feilme.
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   This is the night of frost and snow
   I see your fire is burning low.
   Give me my hat for I must go
   You talked too much of Feilme.
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   Take this small hatchet in your grip
   And up the stairs in secret slip
   Off Feilme's thigh you'll take a chip
   Or two or more off Feilme.
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   And as the fire lower grew
   On the flames a chip Pat threw,
   Off the alder chump her shoes she drew
   And says away with Feilme.

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Collector

   Mary Crosson

   Gender

   Female

   Age

   12

   Informant

   John Crosson

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   50