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I' sing you a song of a cobbler,
 * Who lived iii the Town of Tralee;

His name it was Anthony Dobbler,
 * And a very smart fellow was he.

He worked at his stall all so gaily,
 * He whistled and sung like a bird,

Till, poor fellow, he saw Judy Bailey,
 * Which altered the case, on my word.


 * O dear! O dear!
 * When Cupid once gets in the way,
 * Be it Dustman or Duke, Lord, Coachman or Cook,
 * The urchin they're bound to obey.

For now he sits glumpish and moody,
 * Never a whistle or song;

Can it be all Mistress Judy?
 * Or what upon earth can be wrong?

O some folks will say that he waited
 * On Judy to ask might he woo?

When sad on his ears these words grated,
 * "No, Anthony, that will not do."


 * O dear! O dear! &c

"For I love a lad who is fighting
 * In foreign lands, far, far away,

Who the wrongs of his country is righting,
 * So don't you stay longer, I pray."