McGrath, I'm not a hard man. I'm a soft woman.

This is the Shmaltz I speak of:

WEE HUGHIE

He's gone to school, Wee Hughie,
An' him not four,
Sure I saw the fright was in him
When he left the door.

But he took a hand o' Denny
An' a hand o' Dan,
Wi' Joe's owld coat upon him -
Och, the poor wee man !

He cut the quarest figure,
More stout nor thin;
An trottin' right an' steady
Wi' his toes turned in.

I watched him to the corner
O' the big turf stack,
An' the more the feet went forrit,
Still his head turned back.

He was lookin', would I call him -
Och, me heart was woe
Sure it' lost I am without him,
But he be to go.

I followed to the turnin'
When he passed it by,
God help him, he was cryin',
An', maybe, so was I.

If one looks up shmaltz in the dictionary it says:see Wee Hughie. Especially after listening to C.Quinn whine it out. Pure torture. That's why there are so many flavors of icecream. Something to please everyone.I demur vanilla & the Wee man & Carmel Quinn
However, I did read one of your poems or songs the other day which touched me very deeply. I thought it was so beautiful and was going to pm you. I was afraid you'd pick apart my grammar & punctuation so I demurred. I shall look it up.