Irish
I do not own Newsies in any way. Inspired by "The New Ground: Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears" by Celtic Woman.
"Gots a new shipment comin' in Spot", Runner said.
"Yeah, plenty of Irish goils fresh offa da boat", Bolt said.
"Who knows? Maybe you'll find one dat make it in Brooklyn", Runner said.
Spot rolled his eyes. "Like any goil could make it in Brooklyn. Even if deys could, who's says I'd let 'em stay?" Spot said.
"C'mon Spot. We knows youse gots a soft spot foa Irish goils", Runner said.
"Here's da boat now", Bolt said.
The boat pulled up to the dock. The first person off the boat was a girl.
She had long red hair and sea-green eyes. She walked along the dock.
Spot jumped down from his perch as the girl walked up to them.
"I'm Maggie", she said.
"So?" Spot said.
"Darlin', Ise knows when Ise see an Irish boy", she said.
"Sp…Sean Conlon at your soivice", Spot said tipping his hat, "Dis heah is me cousin Liam Conlon and Joseph O'Reilly".
"Pleased ta meet ya", Maggie said.
*A few months later*
"Ise can see why youse hang out at da docks. Reminds me of Galway Bay", Maggie, now Irish, said, "Ise used ta sneak out late at night and flirt with da sailor's".
"So youse were one of dose goils. A Galway goil", Spot said.
"Yeah. Now I'm a Brooklyn girl", Irish said.
Spot could tell he was going to like this girl.
