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 1 10 asa soos. And my father he was, yes he was, a stay-maker, And I am the whalebane he danced on his knee, And och! ever sin with the ffir I've n ji, Who cry, but don't mean it, ' Pat leave m Then for whiskey, I at, joy, eternly signg, By my  from the cradle I've ck'd it I o. en what d'ye thk of an Irish haymaker? Ochi an't he a devil the ls 1o ack! Wh his didderbub, d s little elih, g up d down fgey, d e away what. Th's $udy M'Brawn, d I ne'er will fore her, For, fah we are tied,  I n't t way, Then, she sin like an owl, when !he mt take her, 'And owls, bites, and scratches, theo day. Then her frie  she ls h, o Tey O'S- fey, To  sum sM don't hug h  p d t We he fondles, and c her  st' Mm ferry, Wh a blg to haysuqh a frond in a Then t, & efi do what I will, or wherev I'm walking, By my soul, I am watch'd, nit d day, sight, Nor the devil  o they believe when I'm As if I w given to swear black  wte, One day, to be s, I looked to a kitten, And w t t b&ling, but not for r Pat; But for lov d for thi-I'd ways  it, 8o I tk out o mutt and pd  e t. Now what, & Och, luck to eet sinmet,  lds, and the 1, For s we don't fk it up 11 and down

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