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When summer has gone, and winter's
chill hours Have rifled the greenwood and blighted
the flowersTho' ice-pound the brook, and snow
clad the dale, The proudest might envy our home in
Nor shone, except on paper;
Could equal Mary Draper.
Her waist was slight and taper ;
As from sweet Mary Draper.
She'd ride a wall, she'd drive a tean,
Did lovely Mary Draper.
And Harry Deane would caper; Lord Clare would then forget his lore, King's counsel, voting law a bore, Were proud to figure on the floor,
For love of Mary Draper. The parson, priest, sub-sheriff too, Were all her slaves, and so would you, If you had only but one view
Of such a face and shape, or
BAD LUCK TO THIS MARCHING.
Pipeclaying and starching;
the French !
Through wet and cowld wading,
They dispose of your life,
When I hear it at home,
going to be kilt.
Befel the paymaster;
money's not there.
And, just think, what a blunder;
They won't let us plunder,
But cries, “Come and pillage.”
Like a sailor that's nigh land,
If you don't wash your face,
We fight to amuse us,
kick a baboon;
To see ould Dunleary,
PADDY'S TRIP FROM DUBLIN. 'Twas business required I'd from Dube
lin be straying, I bargained the captain to sail pretty
quick, But just at the moment the anchor was
weighing, A spalpeen, he wanted to play me a
trick. Says he, Paddy, go down stairs and
fetch me some beer now; Says I, by my shoul you're monstra
tiously kind; Then you'll sail away, and I'll look
mighty queer now, When I come up to see myself all left behind. With
tal de ral lal, &c. A storm met the ship and did so dodge
her, Says the Captain, We'll sink, or be all
cast away ;
Thinks I, never mind, 'cause I'm only
a lodger, And my life is insured, so the office