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Musha, "Queen of the Sea," is it true what they say

All about the grand "speeching" you had t'other day

About Ireland, and Dan, and Repeal? I declare

I think you were bullied; but, devil may care,

They shan't bully Paddy—so devil may care.

I heard, when a boy, you were gentle and true—

That you lov'd poor old Ireland and Irishmen too—

That your heart was as just as your form was fair,

And I wished you were here; but the devil may care,

I've got my own darling—so devil may care.

And you've got young Albert, and long may you reign,

And lightsome and brightsome, and strong be the chain

That binds you together in love, now so rare

To be found at "Head Quarters;" but, devil may care,

That's a case for the lawyers—so devil may care.

But Paddy a "case" of his own has just now,

So off goes my "caubeen," and here's my best bow;

My belly is empty, my back is all bare,

I'm hungry and naked; but devil may care,

Good times are approaching—so devil may care.

"Acushla machree," we are wounded and sore,

So bad that we cannot endure it much more.

A cure we must have, though the Saxons may stare

And "curse like a trooper;" but devil may care,

"Sin fein" is our watch-word—so devil may care.