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Now the summer is in prime, Wi' the flow'rs richly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme A'the moorlands perfuming; To our dear native scenes Let us journey together, Where glad innocence reigns, 'Mang the braes o' Balquither.

Description of Pizarro

om the county of Cork, you see I lately came, he harvest to reap-Mr Doodey's my name; my cousin Shaun Shaughnessy met t'other day, nd says he, will you go to that thing call'd a play.

With my loorel lol loo.

Is't the play that you mean? arrah Doodey you're right, ir they treat the whole town with Pizarro to night: n, says I, if I'm treated, the thing's neat and clean;" it this treat as they call it cost me a thirteen.

ne green thing drew up, and a lady I spied, man came to kiss her-she scornfully cried, Get out you blackguard or I'll bother your gig," en in came Pizarro who growl'd like a pig.