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 "title": "The Ballad of Moll Magee",
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    "text": "Come round me, little childer;",
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   {
    "text": "There, don’t fling stones at me",
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    "text": "Because I mutter as I go;",
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    "text": "But pity Moll Magee.",
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    "text": "My man was a poor fisher",
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    "text": "With shore lines in the say;",
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   {
    "text": "My work was saltin’ herrings",
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    "text": "The whole of the long day.",
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    "text": "And sometimes from the saltin’ shed,",
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    "text": "I scarce could drag my feet",
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    "text": "Under the blessed moonlight,",
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    "text": "Along the pebbly street.",
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    "text": "I’d always been but weakly,",
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    "text": "And my baby was just born;",
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    "text": "A neighbour minded her by day",
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    "text": "I minded her till morn.",
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    "text": "I lay upon my baby;",
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    "text": "Ye little childer dear,",
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    "text": "I looked on my cold baby",
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    "text": "When the morn grew frosty and clear.",
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    "text": "A weary woman sleeps so hard!",
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    "text": "My man grew red and pale,",
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    "text": "And gave me money, and bade me go",
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    "text": "To my own place, Kinsale.",
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    "text": "He drove me out and shut the door,",
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    "text": "And gave his curse to me;",
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    "text": "I went away in silence,",
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    "text": "No neighbour could I see.",
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    "text": "The windows and the doors were shut,",
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    "text": "One star shone faint and green;",
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    "text": "The little straws were turnin’ round",
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    "text": "Across the bare boreen.",
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    "text": "I went away in silence:",
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    "text": "Beyond old Martin’s byre",
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   {
    "text": "I saw a kindly neighbour",
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    "text": "Blowin’ her mornin’ fire.",
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    "text": "She drew from me my story⁠—",
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    "text": "My money’s all used up,",
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    "text": "And still, with pityin’, scornin’ eye,",
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    "text": "She gives me bite and sup.",
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    "text": "She says my man will surely come,",
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   {
    "text": "And fetch me home agin;",
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    "text": "But always, as I’m movin’ round,",
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    "text": "Without doors or within,",
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    "text": "Pilin’ the wood or pilin’ the turf,",
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    "text": "Or goin’ to the well,",
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   {
    "text": "I’m thinkin’ of my baby",
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    "text": "And keenin’ to mysel’.",
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   {
    "text": "And sometimes I am sure she knows",
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   {
    "text": "When, openin’ wide His door,",
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   {
    "text": "God lights the stars, His candles,",
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    "text": "And looks upon the poor.",
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    "text": "So now, ye little childer,",
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    "text": "Ye won’t fling stones at me;",
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    "text": "But gather with your shinin’ looks",
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    "text": "And pity Moll Magee.",
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