I've had ups and downs in life, as most folks have, I guess, And take it all in all, I can't boast of much success But it braces up a feller, and it tickles him to know There's someone that takes stock in time, no matter how things go. To feel his hand in mine, so clingin' and so warm, Regardless of the weather, through sunshine and storm, To see his lovin' faith and trust in all I can say or do, It sort o' shames a feller, but it makes him better too. That's why I try to be the man he fancies me to be, Just cause that little chap at home he thinks a heap of me, I wouldn't disappoint his trust for anything on earth, Since I got that little chap at home — He thinks a heap of me. MEMORIES of Mary Sheehan who was housekeeper at Parocial House 1905-1929 The Parocial House is changed a lot, With me you will agree; They turned the whole place inside out, Was good enough for me. I often think of bygone days; and that sturdy old machine, That wore out in my service here My faithful Mary Sheehan . Yes, Mary Sheehan , she knew me well, Yes, yes, she ought to know; For since she settled here with me, Some thirty years ago. My one and only manager, Without a break she's been I never had a fault to find With good old Mary Sheehan . She'd watch His Lordship's stately form Pass grandly o'er the mat; And His Majesty, Bill Oil lis ever ready for a spat. In fashion of her mother's day, She went her way serene; The wasteful ways of worldly ones Disgusted Mary Sheehan . 46