article_snippet: I find young Sarah humming an Irish ditty we used to sing in the pubs of West Cork, with the chorus:
article_snippet: The last line rises triumphantly with a cry of ‘The full of your arms of Irish love — is Mary Ann Malone.
article_snippet: And I will bet Mary Ann Malone had a gorgeous, peachy, Irish face and the comfiest of backsides.
article_snippet: Good for Mary Ann Malone.