TIM Murphy's gon' walkin' wid Maggie O'Neill, <br />O chone! <br />If I was her muther, I'd frown on sich foolin', <br />O chone! <br />I'm sure its unmutherlike, darin' an' wrong <br />To let a gyrul hear 'tell the sass an' the song <br />Of every young felly that happens along, <br />O chone! <br />An' Murphy, the things that's be'n sed of his doin', <br />O chone! <br />'Tis a cud that no dacent folks wants to be chewin', <br />O chone! <br />If he came to my door wid his cane on a twirl, <br />Fur to thry to make love to you, Biddy, my girl, <br />Ah, wouldn't I send him away wid a whirl, <br />O chone! <br />They say the gossoon is indecent and dirty, <br />O chone! <br />In spite of his dressin' so. <br />O chone! <br />Let him dress up ez foine ez a king or a queen, <br />Let him put on more wrinkles than ever was seen, <br />You'll be sure he's no match for my little colleen, <br />O chone! <br />Faith the two is comin' back an' their walk is all over, <br />O chone! <br />'Twas a pretty short walk fur to take wid a lover, <br />O chone! <br />Why, I believe that Tim Murphy's a kumin' this way, <br />Ah, Biddy jest look at him steppin' so gay, <br />I'd niver belave what the gossipers say, <br />O chone! <br />He's turned in the gate an' he's coming a caperin', <br />O chone! <br />Go Biddy, go quick an' put on a clane apern, <br />O chone! <br />Be quick as ye kin fur he's right at the dure; <br />Come in, master Tim, fur ye're welcome I'm shure. <br />We were talkin' o' ye jest a minute before. <br />O chone!<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/circumstances-alter-cases/
