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 Then Providence, Pat cried, as looking around,

Is the neatest Upholsterer ever was found,

With his Jill, sing Jack, &c.

Then Norah, dear Norah, come tell me if you please,

Whose four little chubby-cheek'd rascals are these,

These pretty gossoons, with their locks all so black?

They are mine, Pat, by Providence sent me, d'ye see—

Botheration! says Pat, come now don't humbug me;

For if Providence minds to send legs to your chairs,

Sure he'll never forget to send fathers for heirs,

With his Jill, sing Jack, &c.

Och Norah, when I've been upon the salt sea,

By Saint Patrick, you've been a big traitress to me,

May whisky console me, for I'm on the rack.

For if Providence peoples my cabin with brats