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And when I have got her this feather to wear,
 * There's no man alive can me blame,

For she's caus'd me to walk many a cold winter night,
 * Before that I got her to tame,
 * Brave Boys, &c.

So here's to him that has got a good wife,
 * And here's to him that has none,

And cursed be he that would go to a whore,
 * When he's got a good wife of his own, brave boys,
 * When he's got a good wife of his own.

I set out from Ulster, my own country, And with speed I arrived at Donaghadee; I call'a for a ship but they gave me a boat, She kick'd up her keel, and she sent me afloat.

I call’d to the Captain to give me his hand, But de'il a one minute this racer would stand; I curs'd him to stop and tighten her reins, Or against some old bridge she would knock out his brains.

But there I was left on the midst of the deep, No house for to lodge, nor no bed for to sleep; Afraid every moment to tumble down stairs But I kept to the top by the strength of my pray’rs,