Photo dated 25 July 1941
These verses were submitted by Mrs. Turley's son who came across them in an old notebook, she recorded them in the late 1930's before she married, she called them her valentine/humourous verses. They must have meant a lot to her as she kept them all her days. After marrying John Turley she lived in Barrack Street.
Her husband John Turley was a well known barber in DROMORE where he had his shop at 8 Prince's Street from 1942 until his death in 1971.
There is good in the worst of us, and bad in
the best of us,
So it ill becomes any of us to talk about the rest of us.
I wish I were the china cup
from which you drink your tea,
And every time you take a sip,
it would mean a kiss for me
I wish my love was a looking glass,
and through him I could see,
To know the secrets of his heart
and see if he loves me.
Sweetness, Love who sends you this,
When we meet we'll have a kiss,
Before we part we'll have another,
But for goodness sake don't tell your mother!
Here's to the chairs, tables and stools,
I have been courted by monkeys and fools,
But I have a young man and his heart is true,
So when I want a monkey I'll send for you.
Think of me when you're lonely,
think of me when you're sad,
Think of the good times we had together,
and those times will make-you glad.
Think of me sometimes,
think of me ever,
Think of the good times
we've had together.
A wise old owl sat on an oak,
The more he heard the less he spoke,
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like this bird?
Little dabs of powder,
little dabs of paint,
Make a girl's complexion
really what it ain't.
There's gladness in your gladness when
And sadness In your sadness when you're sad,
But the gladness in your gladness and the sadness in your sadness
Is nothing to your madness when you're mad.
Here's to my mother-in-law, wishing her merry,
I'm glad I don't owe her the weight of a cherry,
She tried to vex me by telling me her grief,
But I love her son, in spite of his teeth.
Down at Hilden there is a fountain,
In it, the water runs bright and clear,
And when I am drinking of you I am thinking,
And wishing that you were near.
If I could write with a pen of gold,
Could write the wishes that can't be told, The thoughts of love so dear and true,
Would show Just how I'm thinking of you.
Kisses on paper are sure and sweet,
But I'll add the sugar whenever we meet.
Think of me when this you see and think we not unkind,
Although you are so far away, you'll always be its my mind.
I see it all, he loves another,
So just for spite, I'll court his brother!
Love is like a mutton chop,
It is sometimes cold and sometimes hot,
So when you're married and your husband is cross,
Lift the poker and show him who's boss.
I sing like a lark from daylight to dark,
I do all I have to do,
I never sit down with a tear or a frown,
but I paddle my own canoe.
Oh love, it is a funny thing,
It touches the heart and aches the brain.
I often sit and think of you when I am
For memory is the only friend that grief can call its own;
Like ivy on the withered Oak, when other things decay,
My love for you will still be here and never fade away.
I try so hard to forget you,
I try, but it all seems in vain,
your dear face seems ever before me,
It fills me with longing and pain.
The nights are so dark and dreary,
I'm sad for one glance of your eyes,
Far away, far away still I love you,
I'm trying so hard to forget.
Love is one thing, Fathers boot another,
if you don't get me, you will surely go to the other.