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3 I caught one and broke his hard head,

he crying, went home to his daddy,

Tho’ kill’d every one as they stood,

still they cry’d out a bull and a Paddy.

Fal de dal, &c.

0! at length I got rid of the throng,

for I clear’d them all like a victor,

I stood, as I walk’d along,

at a paint shop, to look at a picture,

Six Irishmen riding on bulls;

for the painter, I think it would really

Just fit to reward his thick skull,

with a wreath of old Irish shilella.

Fal de dal, &c.

Och, honest Pat, never mind,

no ’casion we have to distinguish,

Your comrade Jack Bull is so kind,

so fain would he make you his name sake;

But we will be brothers and friends,

and why should our enemies sunder,

United complete all our minds,

and united we’ll men knock under.

Fal de dal, &c.

Come fill us a full flowing glass

since now we are on the finish;

May our happiness all around pass,

may our happiness never diminish;