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 PADDY O BLARNEY.

WRITTEN AND SUNG BT MR DIBDIN. IS’T my country you’d know,I'man IrifH man born, And they chriften'd me Paddy O Blarney, In hay-making time I ftept over one morn, All the way front the Lakes of Kilkarney, Tarn’d my band to whatever came in my way, To be fure while the fun fhin’d I didn’t make hay.

SPOKEN Well then, you know the wives and daughters of the farmers won't, well they won’t, Have plenty of caufe to remember the day, When firft they faw Paddy O Blarney.

Then what does I do, the next calling I feeks, Ah! the world for the Lakes of Kilkarney, I cry mack’rel alive, that were caught for three weeks. Ah ! let alone Paddy O Blarney; Then frefh gather’d ftraw berries fo found & fo fweet, With juft half a dozen a top fit to eat.

SPOKEN.

Ah, madam, you need not examine them ; blefs your two good looking eyes; they are full to the bottom, paper and all —“ Well, I'll truft to you, I dare fay you won’t cheat me.” So I coaxes her up, and herfelf makes her cheat. Ah ! fait, let alone Paddy O Blarney.

Next I turn’d to a chairman and got a good job. Ah! the world for the Lakes of Kirkarney ; I harangued at a famous election the mob. Ah ! let alone Paddy O Blarney ; Then to fee how his honour and I did cajole, He knock’d down his flats with weals, and I mine with my pole.