8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Kloppman's Tale

Song: Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran

A/N: Sorry this is so short. I wanted to do a chapter with Kloppman because I can. Anyways please enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.

Present Day: November 1899

Jaime's POV

I came back from selling, exhausted.

I rubbed my eyes, hoping to take a nap before the boys got back.

Kloppman was engrossed in his book when I had walked in.

"Long couple of nights?" he asked.

"You's have no idea," I sighed.

"Come sit," he smiled.

I sat at the stool in front of his desk.

"You and that boy remind me of my wife and me at your age."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, Nancy Mulligan," he held locket in his hand. "Never met anyone like her."

He had a lot of stories, but Nancy was in almost all of them. Most of us had met her when we came as they used to run this lodge house together. Their children lived far, so we were like their grandchildren. She had passed from illness and since then he's never been quite the same as he was. Even though it was a few years ago, it seemed just as painful for him now as it was when it happened.

"How did you's meet again? I's don't quite recall?"

He gave me a small smile before speaking.

Kloppman: I was twenty-four years old
When I met the woman I would call my own

He put his hand on the record book.

Twenty-two grandkids now growing old

He motioned up to the bunkhouse.

In that house your brother bought ya

On the summer day when I proposed
I made that wedding ring from dentist gold
And I asked her father, but her daddy said, no
You can't marry my daughter

She and I went on the run
Don't care about religion
I'm gonna marry the woman I love
Down by the Wexford border
She was Nancy Mulligan
And I was William [Kloppman]
She took my name and then we were one
Down by the Wexford border

Well, I met her at Guy's in the [Tithe] war
And she was working on a soldier's war
Never had I seen such beauty before
The moment that I saw her
Nancy was my yellow rose
And we got married, wearing borrowed clothes
We got eight children now growing old
Five sons and three daughters

She and I went on the run
Don't care about religion
I'm gonna marry the woman I love
Down by the Wexford border
She was Nancy Mulligan
And I was William [Kloppman]
She took my name and then we were one
Down by the Wexford border

From the snow white streak in her jet black hair
Over 60 years I've been loving her
Now we're sat by the fire in our old armchairs
You know Nancy, I adore ya
From a farm boy born near Belfast town
I never worried about the king and crown
'Cause I found my heart upon the southern ground
There's no difference, I assure ya

She and I went on the run
Don't care about religion
I'm gonna marry the woman I love
Down by the Wexford border
She was Nancy Mulligan
And I was William [Kloppman]
She took my name and then we were one
Down by the Wexford border

"Oh, Nancy, I miss ya," he sighed.

I put my hand on his.

"So do we."

The boys began to file in, but Mush caught our eye as he walked in looking very chipper.

Kloppman and I looked at each other.

Something's up.

"What's got you in such a good mood, Mush?" he asked.

"I's think I'm in love," he sighed.

"With?" I drew out.

"A girl I've been seein'."

Blink gave a sad smile, but he was clearly hurt.

Kloppman, the boys, and I all shot each other a look.

This isn't going to end well.