Page:Excellent old song, called, The battle of the Boyn, or, King William crossing the Boyn water.pdf/7

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Light, tight, and airy ! All the sweet faces, at Limerick &c.

The sowls wept loud, the croud was great. When wadling forth came widow Leary, Though she was crippled in her gait, Her brawny arms clasp’d Paddy Carey; ‘ Oh, Pat! she cry’d—go by the ring; Here’s cash galloire, my darling honey.' Says Pat, ‘ you sowl! I’ll do that that thing,' And slapt his thumb upon her money. Gimlet eye—sausage nose,— Pat so sly—ogle throws.— Leering,—tittering,—jeering—frittering,. Sweet Widow Leary! All the sweet faces, at Limerick &c.

When Pat had thus his fortune made, He press’d the lips of Mrs Leary, And mounting straight a large cockade, In captain’s boots struts Paddy Carey ! He grateful prais’d her shape her back, To others like a dromedary; Her eyes the strings while like to crack, Were cupid s darts to captain Carey. Nate and sweet,—no alloy— All complete—love and joy, Ranting, roaring, soft adoring, Dear Widow Leary!