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 He was dead as a nail in a door:- Poor Paddy was laid on the shelf So I took up his pipes on the shore, And now I've set up for myself. With my faral, laralla loo, to be sure I’ve not got the knack, To play farala, laralla loo, ay, and buhuroo dideroo whack.

This morning very handy, My malady was such, I in my tea took brandy, But took a cup too much. (Hiccups.) tol de rol.

But stop, I mustn’t mag hard. My head aches—if you please, One pinch of Irish blackguard, I’ll take to give me ease. (Sneezes,) tol de rol.

Now I’m quite drowsy growing, For this very morn, I rose when cock was crowing, Excuse me if I yawn. (Yawns.) tol de rol.

I'm not in cue for frolic, Can't up my spirits keep, For love and windy cholic, 'Tis they who make me weep. (Cries.) tol de rol.