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MERRY MUSE.

PADDY'S BALLOON

Some have travers'd the fathomless ocean, Others Africa's coast have explored; By the powers I but I think the best notion Is riding the sky on a board. While tied to a bladder of smoke, sir, The hemasphere found you may sail; You'll look (by my soul it's no joke, sir.) Like a pig with a rat at his tail.

Upon land a thirteener a mile, sir, For every furlong you ride, By water no turnpike or stile, sir, But then you must wait for the tide, Now, this is a very, snug way, sir, And the travelling charges to small If your neck should get broke, I dare way sir would be nothing at all

Then, with changing of horses, much bother, You'll be rid of all the very obuf Sure, I am the son of my mother, You may breakfast (tonight in the moon;