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3 Whisky tipplin", night and day, Scolding, fighting him, horns affrighting him, “ Och ! be aisy now, troth, you're crazy now, The devil go with you, then, Mrs Mulligan,” Faith, I knew it, I should rue it. Sad he cried, poor Captain Mulligan, “ You’re my gruel !
 * Cruel, jewel, killing, milling. Mistress Mulligan.”

The Bold Dragoon. There was an ancient fair, oh she loved a nate young man, And she could not throw sly looks at him, by only thro’ her fan, With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx, Her quizzing glass, her leer and sidle, Oh, she lov'd a hold Dragoon, with his long sword, saddle, bridle. Whack ! row de dow dow.

She had a rolling eye, its fellow it had none, Would you know the reason why, it was, because' she had hut one : With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx. She could not keep her one eye idle ! O, she leer’d at this Dragoon, with his long sword, &c.

Now he was tall and slim, she squab and short was grown, He look'd just like a mile in length, and she a milestone !