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The undertaker fastened down; The mourners prest, Genteely drest In mourning blue, and green, and brown. They all went reeling from the door, The coffin after the mourners there, All Paddys friends, and forty more, And all of them chief mourners were. With fillillillo, &c

And now the priest, Whose fist they greast, To pray oʻer Pat, when under ground. He sung a sermon, His clerk the amen, Which set them howling all around. Then all began to fill the grave, And Shee jump'd in, and down he sat, And swore, "If I've a sool to save,                    I'll buried be alive, like Pat." Ooh! fillillilloo.

Said Rouk,"you flat,                         Come out of that,                     See how the rain is pouring down." Said Shee, “I'm dry;"                         Said Rouke, “You lie;                     Come out or I will crack your crown." For general fight the sign went round, The mourners little caring, O,                  For rain--so all the souls got drown'd. And beat, at Paddy's burying, O.                         With fillililloo! Och, hubbubbubboo! They all there fought a duel, &c. Howl, hibbibbibboo, &c.