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O Love is a plague by night and by day, once that post you run your skull again, Love it was for Kitty O‘Shea, that bother’d the heart of Captain Mulligan, Brisk and merrily, light and gay, Stout and steadily, smart and readily, Soft and funnily, blyth and bonnily, Quite an Adonis was Captain Mulligan. He was willing, she was killing, soft she cried to brave O‘Mulligan, O you jewel, cruel jewel, willing, killing Captain Mulligan.

Shoulders rising over his ears, face just like the moon in full again, Legs in shape of a tailor’s sheers you ne’er saw the fellow of Captain Mullegan Limping, waddling Miss O‘Shea, Glances twitching him, quite bewitching him,