Tare an' ages, ye spolpyeens bo asy|
An' let me lie quite in me grave;
Blud an' ouns, are yees all turn'd crazy
That about me yees constantly rave?
Och! how yees can pile an the woe o-o
Wid yer rappins an' rhymins so low;
Even me body ye's won't let be asy,
Though I'm out av the shell now yees know.
2. First an' foremost, appears a big blaggard
3. The same chap too cuts up some capers,|
While slyly he tips yees the wink;
An' declares that 'tis down an the papers
That Mike did indulge in sthrong dbrink,
Well, fhot if he did? don't yees know-o-o
That a dhrop always dhrives away woe,
An' I'm shure a small taste av the craythur
Would keep out the cowld here also.
4. Ye villyans, say fhere is the merit?
5. I ax you too Misther F. W.|
Tho' so laniently wid me ye dealt--
Ye blaggard, did I ever throuble you,
Whin on your dirty planet I dwelt?
But still ye're a tight chap I know-o-o
An' a broth av a boy, faith also;
But eternally now ye'll obleege me,
Af no longer ye'll bother so.
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