Annie at Fifteen

A teenage girl from Dublin, in eighteen-ninety-two,
came on to Ellis Island, the first one to come through.

A couple saw this little girl, walking the newfound shore,
she looked forlorn and helpless, her name was Annie Moore.

Although quite thin and tiny, she walked with inborn grace,
their hearts went out with pity, for this girl of the Irish race.

They offered her caring servitude, while detecting Irish pride,
she accepted with alacrity, looking straight into their eyes.

She said: "Why thank you ma'am, you surely will be pleased,
for I'm an honest Dubliner, hard work and me agree."

Working days and schooling nights, she one day reached her goal,
it took six years of study; she was twenty-four years old.

She met and married a Kerryman, O'Connor was his name,
he came over from Kilarney, and his story was much the same.

The two did well and prospered, free from hunger and from pain,
free from fear and adversity, as citizenship they claimed.

The story ends quite happily, in that she died at ninety-two,
surrounded by a loving family, that hardship never knew.

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