Twas the great hunger of 1845
When I ceased to be alive,
Was weak with whooping cough and fever
Was left by man who spat out "leave er".
Rain fell hard and soaked my skin,
I awaited death.
Abandoned by kith and kin.
Then I saw him, corner of my eye,
Tall and strong as he walked on by.
Handsome features on his face,
His setting here, out of place.
He stopped upon hearing my whooping cough breath
And told me I could avoid this death.
So now I walk in purgatory,
I trekked so long with my weary story,
So I say to you, dear friend,
When your body is too broke to mend.
Think of me and heed the danger.
Don't fall for the words of a handsome stranger.