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Robert W Service - Missis Moriarty`s Boy
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Missis Moriarty called last week, and says she to me, says she:
    "Sure the heart of me`s broken entirely now — it`s the fortunate woman you are;
You`ve still got your Dinnis to cheer up your home, but me Patsy boy where is he?
    Lyin` alone, cold as a stone, kilt in the weariful wahr.
Oh, I`m seein` him now as I looked on him last, wid his hair all curly and bright,
    And the wonderful, tenderful heart he had, and his eyes as he wint away,
Shinin` and lookin` down on me from the pride of his proper height:
    Sure I`ll remember me boy like that if I live to me dyin` day."

And just as she spoke them very same words me Dinnis came in at the door,
    Came in from McGonigle`s ould shebeen, came in from drinkin` his pay;
And Missis Moriarty looked at him, and she didn`t say anny more,
    And she wrapped her head in her ould black shawl, and she quietly wint away.
And what was I thinkin`, I ask ye now, as I put me Dinnis to bed,
    Wid him ravin` and cursin` one half of the night, as cold by his side I sat;
Was I thinkin` the poor ould woman she was wid her Patsy slaughtered and dead?
    Was I weepin` for Missis Moriarty? I`m not so sure about that.

Missis Moriarty goes about wid a shinin` look on her face;
    Wid her grey hair under her ould black shawl, and the eyes of her mother-mild;
Some say she`s a little bit off her head; but annyway it`s the case,
    Her timper`s so swate that you nivver would tell she`d be losin` her only child.
And I think, as I wait up ivery night for me Dinnis to come home blind,
    And I`m hearin` his stumblin` foot on the stair along about half-past three:
Sure there`s many a way of breakin` a heart, and I haven`t made up me mind —
    Would I be Missis Moriarty, or Missis Moriarty me?
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