O Mike, have ye heard the good news?
They’re gwan to have Home Rule at last;
An’ a Parlyment fine they will chuse,
An’ wurruk’s a thing o’ the past.
They’ll vote every man an estate,
Wid all he can drink and ate.
Indade it’s the blessedest day
We’ve seen since we landed here
In America. Whisht! though—I say—
Bedad, it’s no place to cheer!
For Home Rule we mustn’t hurroo—
They’ll be wantin’ it here if we do.
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A Finger on the Lips
by Ambrose Bierce
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