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10 He was dead as a nail in a door ;- Poor Paddy was laid on the shelf So I took up his pipes on the shore, And now I've set up for myself. With my farala, laralla loo, to be sure I've no the knack, To play farala, laralla lov, ay; and bubaroo di whack.

TIPITYWITCHET.

This morning very handy, My malady was such, I in my tea took brandy, But took a cup too much. (Hiccups.) tol de rol.

But stop, I mustu't inag hard, My head aches--if you please, One pinch of Irish blackguard I'll take to give me ease. (Sneezes.) tol de rol.

Now I'm quite drowsy growing, For this very morn, I rose when cock was crowing, Excuse me if I yawn. (Yawns.) tol de rol.

I'm not in cue for frolic, Can't up my spirits keep, For love and windy cholic, 'Tis they who make me weep. (Cries.) tol do rol