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PAPA came home at five o'clock. By that time, the horse and wagon had been locked up in Fraber's stable, Francie had finished her book and her candy and had noted how pale and thin the late afternoon sun was on the worn fence boards. She held the sun-warmed, wind-freshened pillow to her cheek a moment before she replaced it on her cot. Papa came in singing his favorite ballad, "Molly Malone. " He always sang it coming up the stairs so that everyone would know he was home.
In Dublin's fair city, The girls are so pretty, Twas there that I first met.