If we're dressing you as an Irish colleen, Mary Ellen, we'll do it properly.
Tobin advertised in the papers, but nothing could be found of the colleen.
Bodagh, you have no nather in you—no bowels for your colleen dahs.
Woman, there's a fortin' in ivery wurrd this colleen shpakes!
So the colleen left her, and came back, crying and frighted.
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