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5 But since I've earned many a crown, By the shop here in sweet Common garden. Sing, fal de ral, &c.

Now the end of my song's drawing near, I'll tell ye, but that's nothing new; Now all my ambition's to try, And do what I can to draw you; In which, if I do but succeed, And my efforts beguile you of pain; I entreat you'll not wait to be asked, To come often and see me again.

From Brighton two Paddies walked under the cliff, For pebbles and shells to explore, When too a small barrel was dropt from a skiff, Which floated at length to the shore; Says Dermont to Pat, we the owner will bilk, To-night we'll be merry and frisky, I know it as well as my own mother's milk, Dear joy, 'tis a barrel of whisky.

Says Pat, I'll soon broach it, a fortunate lot, Now Pat, you must know was no joker; I'll go to Tom Murphy, who lives in the cot, And borrow his kitchen hot poker. Twas said and 'twas done, the barrel was bor'd, No bachanals evor felt prouder,