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Ah, sweet whisperer, my dear wanton, I

Have followed you, shawled in your warmth, since I left the breast,

Been toady for you and pet bully,

And a woeful heartscald to the parish priest;

And look! If I took the mint by storm and spent it,

Heaping on you in one wild night the dazzle of a king’s whore,

And returned next morning with no money for a curer,

Your publican would throw me out the door.

‘Raftery’s Dialogue With The Whiskey’, Padraic Fallon