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(7) No envy of malice is there to be found;

He courts, and he marries,

He drinks, and he fights,

He loves! ah he loves,

For in love he delights,

WitkWith [sic] his Sprig, &c.

Who's e'er had the luck

To see Danebrook fair,

And Irishman all in his glory is there,

With his Sprig, &c.

His cloaths speck and span me,

Without e'er a speck;

A nice Barcelona tied round his neat neck,

He goes into a tent,

And he spends half-a-crown,

Comes out, meets his friend,

And for love knocks him down!

With his Sprig, &c.

At night when returning,

As homeward he goes,

His heart soft with , His head soft with blows

Of a Sprig, &c.