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I WAS THE BOY FOR BEWITCHING 'EM

I WAS the bov For bewitehhig ’em
Whether good humour’d or coy;
All cried, when I was beseeching 'em,
'Do what you will with me joy.'
'Daughters, be cautious and-steady,'
Mammies would cry out lor fear,
'Won’t you take care,, now, of Teddy?
Oh! he’s the devil, my dear!’

For I was the boy. &c.

From ev’ry quarter I gathe'd ’em,
Very few rivals had I;
If I found any, I leather’d ’em
That made ’em plaguily shy.
Pat Mooney my Shelah once meeting,
I twigg’d him beginning his clack;
Says her 'at my heart I’ve a beating,'
Says I, 'then take one at your back.'

For I was the boy, &c.

Many a lass that would fly away,
When other wooers but spoke;
Once if I look’d her a die-away,
There was an end of the joke.
Beauties no matter how cruel,
Hundreds of lads though they'd cross'd,
When I came nigh them, jewel, Melted like mud in a frost.

For I was the boy, &c.