comic so?os. Fized and wiM were hi? looks, and his nose cold Mid blue, And his countenance wore a cold church-yard like hue. Derry down, &c. ?I'be good father bid Pat to eonf.ess all his ermines, To think.of' his sins, and forget them betimes; Or else, 'twould be his f.?te like other vile souls, To be fiayed, e?l be salted, then ro?sted on cosbl Derry down, &? Oh, think, my deaf Pat, on that beauti�u! place, Where you'll visit St. Patrick, and see his sweet f&co; '?l?is a country, my jewel, so charu?ug and sweet, W'here you'll never wont pra?ius, nor brogues to .. feet. Derry down, �Ve?, well, then, says Pat, with hqu?sitive face, That country must, sure, be a beaut?ul DJ?ce; ?Jt. Patriek.? no doubt, be will give us good cheer, But, d'ye think, has he got ony ould whobey there.? I)erry down; The good father, with wonder, amaze', and surprise, C. lapp'd his hands, and next turned up the whites of his eyes; �' Oh, vile sinner," says he," can you hope to be for- given, If you think there's carousing and drinking in heaven/' Derry down, &c. �' Well, well, then," says Pat, ?' though I cannot.holp thinking, lJ' in.heaven they can do without eating and (T4?ough I don't mane'to say what you tell is a Fable,) "l?ould be dacent, you know, just to see a dropon the table." Derry down, 11
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