Ulysses vocabulary

Nancy’s feelings appeared to rush suddenly into another channel, for she turned round quickly, and kneeling down by her husband, lifted up his head. “Och! Shawn, avourneen, machree,” she exclaimed, “won’t you spake to me?”

Humours of Irish Life: Charles Joseph Kickham. The Thrush and the Blackbird

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There he keened a wailing rune.

—Pogue mahone! Acushla machree! It's destroyed we are from this day! It's destroyed we are surely!