SONGS. Soon after being sent with a basket and letter, Crammed full of live pigeons' to give to a friencl, Enraged at their fluttering, he thought it was better To set them at large, and their mrscry end; ?l'hen on, joy, he went to the place where directed, But the door had no kno.eker, so what does'he do.? Faith, he knoc. Jt?d at the next, where the servant tending, Cried Pat it's your knocker I want and not you. Wit your philuhl, ?ing brought 'f6m the gemmen, he gave him the note, Who said, in the letter here's pigeons I find, BYFJabus, says Pat, that's a very good joke, or they tied from the b?sket and left me behind, 'l'he gentleman swore for the loss he must pay, Or on losing his place for a certain depend; Pat replied, to your offer I'll not once say nay? If you'll .be so kind as the money to lend. With your philulu, &c. Beiug pleas'd with the joke, poet Pat got forgiv'n, . 'For though blunder on blunder, no harm them rileant, And if he's not dead, with his master he's living.; And when. not out of humor, is always content, l?ay, more, Paddy Flanagan joins in the wish, That the cares of our fri?ends may soon find a d?- That wax may be drown'd on dry land with the f?h, . ..And the world f9r6vsr taste blessings of peace. P/?DDY C'AREY'S FORTUlhrE. -1.?, 'Tw?.s at the town of hate Cloghash, That 8ergoant ?nap met Paddy Carey, �
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