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SPOKEN.

Then you know when they came to chair him,
I was no longer, you ſee, an odd man, there
was a pair of chairmen.
And ſure ſuch a pair was ne'er ſeen by my foul,
As his honour and Paddy O Blarney.

But this notion of greatneſs was none of the worſt,
Oh! the world for the Lakes of Kilkarney,
Having play'd ad fiddle, I thought I'd play iſ't,
Can't ye let alone Paddy O Blarney;
So ſwearing to plunder and never to ſpeak,
I my qualifications took out and turn'd Greek.

SPOKEN.

Ah! to be ſure we did not make a pretty dove-
houſe of our Pharoah Bank; let me ſee, me
pidgeoned, ay fait, and plucked them completely too.
Four tradesmen & fix bankers' clerks in one week,
Will you let alone Paddy O Blarney.

A big man in all circles ſo gay and polite,
Ah ! the world for the Lakes of Kilkarney:
I found one larnt grown up Jolman to write,
Juſt to finiſh gay Paddy O Blarney;
I firſt learnt my name, till ſo fond of it grown,
I don't ſay I'd better have let it alone

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But by my ſoul and conſcience, it had like to
have finiſhed me in good earneſt; for you ſee
I—juſt—wrote
Another Joleman's ſignature ſtead of my own,
What a devil of a Pady o Blarney.

But ſince fate didn't chuſe for to nooſe me that day,
Ah the world for the Lakes O Kilkarney,
With a Venus of ninety I next ran away,
What a fine daſhing Paddy O Blarney;