His own good memories of his parents are few and far between. He always liked his dad, though.
"Mine... he used to sing me old Irish folk songs. My mom'd join him, sometimes, 'cuz I'm all Irish on both sides. Grandparents all from Ireland." His voice breaks and melds now again into accent -- Irish, but flawlessly so. "Me father used te sing te her... 'tis how they met... Her name was Kathleen Brennan. He'd sing te her..."
Miniver pauses, then sings, very quietly,
I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen Across the ocean wild and wide To where your heart has ever been Since first you were my bonnie bride. The roses all have left your cheek. I've watched them fade away and die Your voice is sad when e'er you speak And tears bedim your loving eyes.
Oh! I will take you back, Kathleen To where your heart will feel no pain And when the fields are fresh and green I'II take you to your home again!
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"Oh," he says, almost whispering. "Oh, I see."
His own good memories of his parents are few and far between. He always liked his dad, though.
"Mine... he used to sing me old Irish folk songs. My mom'd join him, sometimes, 'cuz I'm all Irish on both sides. Grandparents all from Ireland." His voice breaks and melds now again into accent -- Irish, but flawlessly so. "Me father used te sing te her... 'tis how they met... Her name was Kathleen Brennan. He'd sing te her..."
Miniver pauses, then sings, very quietly,
I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since first you were my bonnie bride.
The roses all have left your cheek.
I've watched them fade away and die
Your voice is sad when e'er you speak
And tears bedim your loving eyes.
Oh! I will take you back, Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I'II take you to your home again!