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 40 comic sosas. Who makes me often dross the4fsh, And skim the milk, and wash each dish, And do whatever she doth wish! Who makes me scrub and beat the mat, And empty pails and comb the eat, And off the broth to skim the fat.  Who beats me often with the birch, And makes me carry clogs to church, And leaves me often in the lurch? My doxy. Who nakes me slave from memOtill night, To wash her coats and stockings whit, And rub the knives and forks all bright. Who, while I was at sea, begat, By that long Irish plasterer Pat, Alittle qualling ugly br&t? All ye who wedlock have in view, May ye be blest, nor have to do With such a d d outreom Az my dory. PAT AND THE PRIEST. .PA? fell sick on a time, and he sent for the Print, That, dying, he might have his blessing at leant; And to come with all speed, did humbly implor him, To llt hi out tight for the journey befor him, �'. lrry down, ood fatlint the summons d quickly obey, found Paddy, ala! in & ttrrible way;

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