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8 ’Tis the parson should be asham’d to appear, With his shirt there hanging out over his clothes.

THE IRISH SMUGGLERS.

From Brighton two Paddies walked under the cliff, For pebbles and shells to explore, When, lo ! a small barrel was dropp’d from a skiff, Which floated at length to the shore. Says Dermot to Pat, we the owner will bilk—. To-night we’ll be merry and frisky ; I know it as well as my own mother’s milk, Dear joy, ’tis a barrel of whisky.

Says Pat, I’ll soon broach it, O fortunate lot! (Now Pat, you must know, was no joker; I’ll got to Tom Murphy, who lives in the cot, And borrow his kitchen hot poker. ’Twas said, and ’twas done—the barrel was bor’d, (No Bacchanals ever felt prouder,) When Paddy found out a small error on board— The whisky, alas ! was gunpowder.

With sudden explosion he flew' o’er the ocean, And high in air, sported a leg; Yet instinct prevails when philosaphy fails, So he kept a tight hold of the keg. But Dermot bawl’d out with a terrible shout, I’m not to be chous’d, Mr. Wiseman, If you do not come down, I’ll run into the town, And, by St Patrick I’ll tell the exciseman.

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