COULDN’T HELP CRYING
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Two Irishmen who had just landed were eating their dinner in a hotel, when Pat spied a bottle of horseradish. Not knowing what it was he took a mouthful, which brought tears to his eyes.
Mike, seeing Pat crying, exclaimed, “Phat be ye cryin’ fer?”
Pat, wishing to have Mike sample the hot stuff also, replied, “Oim cryin’ fer me poor ould mither who’s dead away over in ould Ireland.”
By and by Mike took some of the radish, and immediately tears filled his eyes. “An’ phat be you cryin’ fer, now?” queried Pat. “Ach,” says Mike, “I’m cryin’ because you didn’t die at the same time your ould mither did in ould Ireland.”