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19 But can it be said that it blunders a sinner, That Pat but the door when he sits down to dinner; Or fighting for George when the common loud thunder; Whoe'er can say then that poor Pat makes a blunder? Whack, &c.

With a heart ever warm to his girl and his friend, With life or his honour would either defend, In danger or sorrow will bound to them fast; To leave them in trouble would not Pat be the last? Whack, &c.

In a glass of good whisky then drink this toast round, Without blunners 'May honour and friendship abound; 'May the foes of our nation be mended by sorrow; And long life to them all if they all die to-morrow. Whick, &c.

THE STEAM ARM.

OHǃ wonder sure will never cease, While works of art do so increase; No matter whether in war or peace, Men can do whatever they please. Ri too ral, &c.

A curious tale I will unfold To all of you I was told, About a soldier stout and bold, Whose wife was said, was an arrant scold. Ri too ral, &c.

At Waterloo he loot an arm, Which gave him pain and great alarm But he soon got well, and grew quite calm, For a shilling a day was a sort of balm, Ri too ral, &c.

As the story goen, every night His wife would bang lim left and right So he determined out of spite, To have an arm cost what it might Ri too ral, &c.

He went at once, strange it may seem, To have one made to work by 'em, For a ray of hope began to gleam, That force of us would win her esteem. Ri too ral, &c.