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 3 As a soldier I've borne both the heat and the cold, I have march’d to the trumpet and cymbal, But by dark deeds of treachery I have been sold, Though monarchs before me did tremble. Now rulers and princes their station demean, And like scorpions they spit forth their venom and spleen, But Liberty soon o’er the world shall be seen. As I woke from my dream, cried Napoleon.

MEET ME, MISS MOLLY MALONE.

Meet me, Miss Molly Malone, At die grove at the end of the vale; But be sure that you don’t come alone. Bring a pot of your master’s strong ale ; With a nice bit of beef, and some bread, Some pickles or cucumbers green, Or a nice little dainty pig’s head, ’Tis the loveliest tit bit e’er seen. Then meet me, Miss Molly Malone.

Pastry may do for the gay. Old maids may find comfort in tea, But there's something about ham and beef, That agrees a deal better with me. Remember my cupboard is bare, Then come, if my dear life you prize ; I’d have liv’d the last fortnight on air, But you sent me two nice mutton pies. Then meet me, Miss Molly Malone.