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Rh lad about Lord Skipperbeg’s lovely daughter and the farmer’s only son.” Stretching his legs an’ wagging his head, he sang:

“Oh, my! oh, my!” said the King, surprised, “was her neck as red as that?”

“By no manes,” said Darby. “I med a mistake; ’twas this away:

“Have done you’re fooling, Darby,” says Maureen; “you have the King bothered.”

“I wisht you hadn’t shtopped him, agra,” says the King. “I niver heard that song before, an’ it promised well. I’m fond of love songs,” he says.

“But the omadhaun,” coaxed the colleen. Rh