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 I’m not in a mood for crying, Care’s a silly calf, If to get fat your trying, The only way’s to laugh. {Laughs) tol de rol

When I was quite a little boy, Some fifteen years ago, I was the pride of my mammy, Lord, she made me quite a show! Such a beauty I did grow, did grow, did grow Such a beauty as I did grow

I’d red straight hair and goggle-eyes. And such a roggish leer; A large flat nose, and mouth That reach’d from ear to ear. Such a beauty, &c.

My mammy doated on me. And when my mouth she’d fill. For fear she’d spoil it with a spoon. She fed me with a quill. Such a beauty, &c.

And when that I could run alone, Stock still I never stood, The ducks were my companions, As I waddled through the mud. Such a beauty &c.