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 A shilling slipt so nate and clean,

By the powers he listed Paddy Carey!

Tight and sound, strong and light,

Cheeks so round, eyes so bright,—

Whistling,—humming,—drinking,—drumming—

Light, tight, and airy,

All the sweet faces, &c.

The sowls wept loud, the crowd was great.

When waddling forth came Widow Leary;

Tho' she was crippled in her gait,

Her brawny arnis claspid Paddy Carey;

"Och Pat!" she cried, "go buy the ring,

Here's cash galliore, my darling honey;"

Says Pat, 'you sowl, I'll do that thing,'

And clapt his thumb upon the money.

Gimlet eye—sausage nose,—

Pat so sly,ogle throws,—

Leering,—tittering—jeering,—frittering,

Sweet widow Leary:

All the sweet faces, &c.

When Pat had thus his-fortune made,

He press'd the lips of Mistress 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, that seem'd their strings 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!

All the sweet faces at Limerick races,

From Mullinavat to Maghera-felt,

At Paddy's promotion sigh and melt,