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11 I'm not in a mood for crying, Care's a silly calf, If to get fat your trying, The only way's to laugh. (Laughs) tol da rol.

THE BEAUTY.

When I was quite a little boy, Some fifteen years ago, I was the pride of my mammy, Lord, she made me quite a show! Such a beauty I did grow, did grow, did grow, Such a beauty as I did grow

I'd red straight hair and goggle-eyes. And such a roggish leer ; A large flat nose, and month That reach'd from ear to car. Such a beauty, &c.

My mammy doated on me, And when my mouth she'd fill, For fear she'd spoil it with a spoon, She fed me with a quill. Such a beauty, &c.

And when that I could run alone, Stock still I never stood, The ducks were my companions, As I waddled through the mud Such a beauty, &c.