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 Oh deaf ! oh dear ! the joy of my heart you must know, Was to see the first sprout of my hair shooting out, When the carrots began to grow; And my happiness now has arrived at the top, Because I have got such a glorious crop; And the lesson I’ve learnt is never to fret, But be always content with whatever I get; Oh dear ! oh dear ! the queer little comical soul, Ever will laud the hands that applaud The lad with the carroty poll,

H, the merry pay-night, Ho, the merry pay-night; 'Tis fun to see now we agree, Upon the merry pay-night;

That night we clear the lawin score, And then again begin the splore; Whilst, drunk as lords, we sit and roar Upon the merry pay night! Hey, the merry, &c.

Then Johnny plays his monkey tricks, An’ knocks the timmer things tae sticks; An’ wife an’ weans a’ get their licks, Upon the merry pay-night! Hey the merry, &c.