lO? IRISH SON?LS. She put me in such a quandary; Says she, ' I could love ?,ou the whole of my life, But they say that in Ireland you.'ve left your old wi,?, s ' Don't believe it,' sam Paddy O'Lea?. Mr. Leery, So a bargain we made soon at church to say grace, Which I seal'd with a kiss 'on he? sweet yellow face, But Lsoon did repent my f3gary; When we had been married a year and a day, With a dirty coal-hearer my wife ran away, ' Devil speed you,.' said Paddy O'Lem, y. Mr, Leafy, &e. Crim. Con. we all know, is, the rage in this. town, So foi damages I thought to make him come down: But the law it was dev. lish .contrary; For all that they gave--when much blarney 'd been said, For p!.ant/ng a pair of big horns on my head, Was five shillings' to Paddy O'Leary. '" THE 'HUMOUR8 OF AN IRISH FAIR. It's the drop of good' whiskey ' That make?my hmu-t friskey, Arrah! down goes. the crattir, with a tear in m? Shellelagh We'll, ba4?le, On foe? heads we'H rattle, Ding dong at each.nodale--fot mercy they cO,; Now down they are failing, On hands and knees crawling, My Judy cries ' Bravo! good luck to you Pit! Och! faith you're the dandy, You nick'd 'am so Handy, You tipp'd Jerry Casey, and down he went flit.' o,?,?,?o?Google
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