New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-06-11
MEETING THE POST BOY ON THE
KILLARNEY ROAD.
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WOMEN"

KILLARNEY ROAD.
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WOMEN"
sone over the bridge, Kitty Clooney, an up by the
Tn soirg to meet ihs post boy-he's maxim his
An ri Soid se anything Kitty he'll bring me bit
For my heat ,s sipein an dsncin' an pumpin up
IN my throst
MAKO haste dear, an throw On yer shoulders yer
little rsd hooded cloak.
Twill Be- only shower I'm th:nkin', for back Of
,rss wsitn' TO laugh al the mountains for thnlin'
the day was done.
Sure, it's well we're two he arty coleens nos hurt
by epriDklin O Ian. ,
II twss adie. wss in It, Kitty, how quick they'd
An miss 4 The soft sweet mo,nn', the stretch o
An the black bird th.t sngs in the hedges, %
thick with the hawthorn sowed
The water was coolin' and fresh, then, an curled
round our feet when they stepped
Prom one big back stone to the next with . gurg-
Our nar'les tidy and dry-or they'd tell on u.s.
to home;
30 we sit ere an rest for minute, tbs this way
the post will come.
All Kitty, what do you think nows VIII he bring
me . wOi d this day,
From my Pstnck. ma boachsl deslish, my lad that
went over the say
To the terrible wars an the fshtin' in the great
big s0rr0wtul laod,
Where agin' one another in battle own brothers
are liftn' their handi
Sure he wrote me the whole dark story, an how
from the very first
he went to the tight full.heaIted to stand by the
III read ye the letter Kitty tor keep still in nv
I'd NO more AVE it out than the nnnet would push
her young Fl ON the Kest.
s.Not list is it Mary ~ he's sayin "Ahl wasn't
For your sweet lips ould scorn the message, tho
the tender heart Of you broke;
You'd rather grow white with the grievn' than
blush ut the cOwards name.
That 'ud follow me like q shadow if sold my soul
into shame.
her grief and Iced,
From the )and that has welcome kind, without
favor of cline or creed,
For the mllions that cGm in crowds from the
eradgn' old mother soil
To the country, free hearted an fowin' with
plenty for honest toll"
It's true. Kitty dear, twas but fighting for what
there's no room for here,
Inc cussn the big World U DEAR 'na'S
Sure the sweet Holy Mother laned smilin' and
heard every prayer u at SAID
An never lot bay0ntt or bullet touch one hair of
his darlin head.
Och Kittyl.I hear the post boy! my heart with
II he tasn't . letter, Kitty!-Run mp while pray
to tho saints,
An I'll shut INV eyes ii ye bring me the hone or
the heart break down.
Tho word that calls me to meet him or the silence
that laves me alone.
1Look up then. Mary AlAnnar' called Kitty a.
down out Of breath
She ran where the waiting colleen sat quiet and
pale As death.
1T 10 not . letter. sgra! but-your Patrick's own
self, Ia trsth,
That the 20. has brought you to-day, Mary-my-
self an the letter bothr'
AYE, cry with the joy, acushls twill ease your
While tell you over and over, We never again
need part;
While pre- IS You tight to ne breast, darlin' the
breast that kept strong en- true,
Fer the saints in the thick Of tt fight dear were
shieldn me safc for you.
''Come MP the road, now the post boy 10 waitin'
TIE news to hear
Tis seldom lie brings letter that spakes out it's
mind 90 clear;
Or one that the givin up Of will tighten so much
OF that broth Of post boy that travels along the
Kinaln ry rOadp'