“ By night by day, a-field, at hame,
The thoughts o’ thee my breast inflame;
And aye I muse and sing thy name,
⁠I only live to love thee.
Tho’ I were doom’d to wander on,
Beyond the sea, beyond the sun,
’Till my last weary sand was run,
⁠’Till then—and then I love thee.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ Then they sent for the coroner’s jury to try him;
⁠But Murph’ not much liking this comical strife,
Fell to twisting and turning the while they sat by him,
And came, when he found it convenient to life.
⁠And sing phililu, &c.
Says he to the jury,—Your worships a’nt please ye,
⁠I don’t think I’m dead yet, so what is’t you do?
Not dead! says the foreman, you spalpeen be easy,
⁠Don’t you think but the doctor knows better than you? ”