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 IRISH SONGS. WHACK FOR O'SHAUGHNASHANE. P&tODY o "Hail to the Chief." l:[x; to our chief now he's wet through with whis- key*. Long llfe to the lady come from the salt seas.* Strike up blind harpers.* hey to be frisky! For what is so gay as a bag full of lieu*. Crest of O'Shaughnashane! Th,,t's a potatoe, plain, l.ong may your root every Irishman know! Pats long have stuck to it Long hid good luck to it; Whack for O'Shaughn0shane !--tooley whagg Jo! Ours is an eseulent, lusty and ]ast/ng - No turnip, or other weak babe of  iround; Waxy or mealy, it hinders from fasting Half Erin's inhabitants all the year round. Wants the soil, where 'tis flung, Hos, cows, or horses' dung, 19till does the crest of O'Sha,u,glmazhane grow; Shout for it Uulster men. "Till the bogs quake again! Whack for O'Shaughnahane!--tooloy whagg ho! Drink, Paddies, drink; to the lady so shining! While ttow'rots shall open and bog-trottm's dig, 19o, long may the sweet rose of beauty be twining Around the potstoe of proud Blarney-gig*. While the plant vegetates, Whilo wh/y

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