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17 The toads went hop, the frogs went lop, Slap dash into the water, And the bastes commited suicide To save themselves from slaughter. Then success, &c.

Nine hundred thousand vipers blue He charm'd with sweet discourses, And din'd on them at Killaloo In soups and second courses ; When blind-worms crawling in the grass Disgusted all the nation, He gave them a rise, and open'd their eyes To a sense of their situation. Then success, &c.

No wonder that our Irish boys Should be so free and frisky, it was St Patrick taught them first The joys of tippling whisky; No wonder that the Saint himself To taste it should be willing, For his mother kept a whisky shop, In the town of Enniskillen. Then success, &c.

'The Wicklow hills are very high, So's the hill of Howth, sir, But there's a hill much higher still, Aye, higher than them both, sir; 'Twas on the top of this high hill St Patrick preach'd the sarmint, He drove the frogs into the bogs, And bother'd all the varmint. Then success, &c.