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 Then 'ere 's to the sons o' the Widow, Wherever, 'owever they roam. 'Ere 's all they desire, an' if they require A speedy return to their 'ome. (Poor beggars! they'll never see 'ome!)

HERE was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay, Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree; It started at Revelly an' it lasted on till dark: The first man dropped at Harrison's, the last forninst the Park. For it was: "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's one for you!" An' it was "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's done for you!" O buckle an' tongue Was the song that we sung From Harrison's down to the Park!

There was a row in Silver Street the regiments was out, They called us "Delhi Rebels," an' we answered "Threes about!" That drew them like a hornet's nest we met them good an' large, The English at the double an' the Irish at the charge. Then it was: "Belts, &c."

There was a row in Silver Street an' I was in it too; We passed the time o' day, an' then the belts went whirraru! I misremember what occurred, but, subsequint the storm, A Freeman's Journal Supplement was all my uniform. O it was: "Belts, &c."