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Says Pat, I'll soon broach it, О fortunate lot!
(Now Pat you must know, was no joker;)
I'll go to Tom Murphy, who lives in the cot.
And borrow his kitchen hot pocker.
'Twas said, and 'twas done—the barrel was bor'd
(No Bacchanals ever felt prouder,)
When Paddy found out a small error on board,
The whisky, alas! was gunpowder.
(Now Pat you must know, was no joker;)
I'll go to Tom Murphy, who lives in the cot.
And borrow his kitchen hot pocker.
'Twas said, and 'twas done—the barrel was bor'd
(No Bacchanals ever felt prouder,)
When Paddy found out a small error on board,
The whisky, alas! was gunpowder.
With sudden explosion, he flew o'er the ocean,
And high in air, sported a leg;
Yet instinct prevails when philosophy fails,
So he kept a tight hold of the keg.
But Dermet bawl'd out, with a terrible shout,
I'm not to be chous'd, Mr. Wiseman,
If you do not come down I'll run into the town
And, by St. Patrick, I'll tell the exciseman.
And high in air, sported a leg;
Yet instinct prevails when philosophy fails,
So he kept a tight hold of the keg.
But Dermet bawl'd out, with a terrible shout,
I'm not to be chous'd, Mr. Wiseman,
If you do not come down I'll run into the town
And, by St. Patrick, I'll tell the exciseman.
LOUDON'S BUNNY WOODS AND BRAES.
Loudon's bonnie woods and braes,
I maun lea' them a' lassie;
Wha can thole when Britain's faes
Would gie Britons law, lassie?
Wha would shun the field of danger?
Wha frae fame would live a stranger!
How when freedom bids avenge her,
Wha would shun her ca' lassie?
I maun lea' them a' lassie;
Wha can thole when Britain's faes
Would gie Britons law, lassie?
Wha would shun the field of danger?
Wha frae fame would live a stranger!
How when freedom bids avenge her,
Wha would shun her ca' lassie?
