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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Circumstance
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TIM Murphy`s gon` walkin` wid Maggie O`Neill,
O chone!
If I was her muther, I`d frown on sich foolin`,
O chone! 
I`m sure its unmutherlike, darin` an` wrong
To let a gyrul hear `tell the sass an` the song
Of every young felly that happens along,
O chone!
An` Murphy, the things that`s be`n sed of his doin`,
O chone!
`Tis a cud that no dacent folks wants to be chewin`,
O chone!
If he came to my door wid his cane on a twirl,
Fur to thry to make love to you, Biddy, my girl,
Ah, wouldn`t I send him away wid a whirl,
O chone!
They say the gossoon is indecent and dirty,
O chone!
In spite of his dressin` so.
O chone!
Let him dress up ez foine ez a king or a queen,
Let him put on more wrinkles than ever was seen, 
You`ll be sure he`s no match for my little colleen,
O chone!
Faith the two is comin` back an` their walk is all over,
O chone!
`Twas a pretty short walk fur to take wid a lover,
O chone!
Why, I believe that Tim Murphy`s a kumin` this way,
Ah, Biddy jest look at him steppin` so gay,
I`d niver belave what the gossipers say,
O chone!
He`s turned in the gate an` he`s coming a caperin`,
O chone!
Go Biddy, go quick an` put on a clane apern,
O chone! 
Be quick as ye kin fur he`s right at the dure;
Come in, master Tim, fur ye`re welcome I`m shure.
We were talkin` o` ye jest a minute before.
O chone!
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