I 'm very lonely now, Mary,
For the poor make no new friends;
But oh they love the better still
The few our Father sends!
-- Lady Dufferin (1807-1867)
-- Lament of the Irish Emigrant
For the poor make no new friends;
But oh they love the better still
The few our Father sends!
-- Lady Dufferin (1807-1867)
-- Lament of the Irish Emigrant
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- I 'm sitting on the stile, Mary,
Where we sat side by side.
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All my life though some have changed.
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I love the Poor. Pull... - Abe: Hot diggety! I'm going to smooch her like a mule eating an
apple!
[demonstrates] I even bought me some special novelty... - I used to be a schizophrenic,
but now I'm lonely...
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Andrew... - Indifference will certainly be the downfall of mankind,
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vitro... - Beware of a tall dark man with a spoon up
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