Classic Poem

BE-GORRIE, aI wor sorry
When the Ould Year died:
An' aI says, " aI'll shtart to-morry,
Like aI've always thried —
aI'll give yez all fair warnin'
aI'll be shtartin' in the mornin'
From the wakeness aI was born in —
When the Ould Year died. "

The year forninsht the pasht wan,
When the Ould Year died,
Says aI, " This is the lasht wan
aI'll be filled — wid pride. "
So says aI til Miss McCarty
aI wor meetin' at the party,
" Lave us both be drinkin' hearty! "
When the Ould Year died.

So we dined an' wined together,
When the Ould Year died,
An' agreed on health an' weather,
An' the whule wurrld wide,
An' says aI, — " aI'm thinkin' very
Much it's you aI'd like to marry. "
" Then, " says she, " why don't you, Larry? "
When the Ould Year died.