1 10 ?a?sa so?os. And my father he was, yes he was, a stay-maker, And I am the whalebane he danced on his knee, And och! ever sin? with the ffir? I've ?n j?i?, Who cry, but don't mean it, ' Pat leave m? Then for whiskey, I a?t, joy, etern?ly s?ig?ng, By my ? from the cradle I've ?ck'd it? I o?. ?en what d'ye th?k of an Irish haymaker? Ochi an't he a devil the l?s 1o ?ack! W?h his didder?bub, ?d ?s little ?el?i?h, ?g up ?d down fg?ey, ?d ?e away what. Th?'s $udy M'Brawn, ?d I ne'er will for?e her, For, fa?h we are tied, ? I ?n't ?t ?way, Then, she sin? like an owl, when !he m?t take her, 'And ?owls, bites, and scratches, the?o? day. Then her frie? ? she ?l?s h?, o? Te?y O'S?- fe?y, To ? sum sM don't hug h? ? p? d? t? W?e he fondles, and c? her ? s?t' Mm ferry, Wh? a bl?g to hay?suqh a frond in a Then ?t, &? ?efi do what I will, or wherev? I'm walking, By my soul, I am watch'd, ni?t ?d day, sight, Nor the devil ? ?o? they believe when I'm As if I w? given to swear black ? w?te, One day, to be s?, I looked ?to a kitten, And ?w t? ?t b&ling, but not for ?r Pat; But for lov? ?d for th?i?-I'd ?ways ? it?, 8o I t?k out ?o mutt? and ?p?d ? ?e ?t. Now what, &? Och, luck to ?eet sinmet, ? ?lds, and the 1?, For s? we don't f?k it up ?11 and down
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