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Comin' or goin' still they spread the news, / About America how grand it is, / The wonders that are waitin' you to choose / And gold that common that like sand it is. / "And here you stick," says they. "Like some old tree / Stuck in the bog belaboured by all seasons. / What's ailin' ye?" says they. Well, leave them be, / I have me reasons.
There's Cormac's Hugh come back with all his talk, / Spreadin' and spendin' like a king he is. / The people flockin' down the way he'll walk, / Till in the middle of a ring he is. / But where's that one whose face was like a rose / The day he went, betwixt her tears and teasin's? / Married these five years -- gone where no man knows, / Faith, I've me reasons.