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Oliver, can you hear me?

Come hither son, sit down

Where be your scoundrel Fagan

Is he somewhere close around?



Come closer lad, come closer

No need to tremble so

My hand is more like Nancy’s

Than the one that Bill did throw.



Oliver won’t you answer me

Why the tears and why the frown?

Where, pray tell, is Fagan

Is he somewhere close around?



Look around us now dear lad

And note that only we

Are here within this shelter

And you at last are free.



Oliver, I beg you, trust me

Inside you know me well

Dear boy where is your Fagan?

The demon of your hell.



Yes you know who I be my lad

You’ve known me now for years,

The one who gave you birth my son

The one who dried your tears.



So Oliver can you hear me?

Come hither son, sit down

And worry not where Fagan is

For in you he won’t be found.