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 St Patrick has a great regard For those who came before him, He knew the King of France would need A paddy to restore him The French went skipping thro' the bogs, There hearts crammed full of treason, We'll send them Paddy Wellington To drub them to their reason. Then success, &c.

A COBBLER lived at York, A merry man was he; His wife took needle-work, A good kind soul was she Easy as an old shoe They pass'd their lives together; And of a piece, 'tis true, Like sole and upper leather.

(Spoken.) They were a happy couple, worked hard, and never grumbled at the times or at each other - that's a rare thing in our days, while she nimbly employed her needle, he hammered away at the lapstone, and sung Ran! tan! tan!

The cobbler bought a goose, And fatted it quite high; Somehow the bird got loose The day it was to die, Here "Pegs" bawl'd out the wife, "Run after the goose to win her."