Quotation from: Dubliners

Written by: James Joyce


O, the rain falls on my heavy locks
And the dew wets my skin,
My babe lies cold...


"O," exclaimed Mary Jane. "It's Bartell D'Arcy singing and he
wouldn't sing all the night. O, I'll get him to sing a song before he
goes."


"O, do, Mary Jane," said Aunt Kate.


Mary Jane brushed past the others and ran to the staircase, but
before she reached it the singing stopped and the piano was closed
abruptly.

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