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WAS the bov For bewitehhig ’em Whether good humour’d or coy; All cried, when I was beseeching 'em, 'Do what you will with me joy.' 'Daughters, be cautious and-steady,' Mammies would cry out lor fear, 'Won’t you take care,, now, of Teddy? Oh! he’s the devil, my dear!’ For I was the boy. &c. From ev’ry quarter I gathe'd ’em, Very few rivals had I; If I found any, I leather’d ’em That made ’em plaguily shy. Pat Mooney my Shelah once meeting, I twigg’d him beginning his clack; Says her 'at my heart I’ve a beating,' Says I, 'then take one at your back.' For I was the boy, &c. Many a lass that would fly away, When other wooers but spoke; Once if I look’d her a die-away, There was an end of the joke. Beauties no matter how cruel, Hundreds of lads though they'd cross'd, When I came nigh them, jewel, Melted like mud in a frost. For I was the boy, &c.