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Paddy's Burying.

AIR.-- The Irish Wedding.

An Irish lad Is always mad, Roaring, singing, swearing, O,                          And Paddy Clem Was just the same From birth unto his burying, O,                    'Twas at the sign of the Artichoke, The whisky did overtake him, O                    He fell asleep and never woke, So Pat's friends met to wake him, O.

With fillillillo! Och, hubbubbubboo! My darling Pat, you're cruel, O;                        Howl, hibbibbibboo, and fillillilloo! Why did you die my jewel, O!

When Paddy's bed, From foot to head, Was hung with flowers and crosses, O.                         His friends, Och hone! Began to groan, And pipe o'er Paddy's losses, O.                   Dead Pat had lost all worldly joys, And grief was every soul in, O;                   But soon by drinking late my boys All got dead-drunk a-howling, O.                                          With fiillillillo, &c.

The morning came, And Paddy Clem