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 IRish soqs, 91 As gly as a badger,'is bald as a Turk, liras Father O'Lifl'erty, priest of our kirk, That's famed Carrickfergus, good luck o the place! In preaching he was sure of mighty great note, In love.he was frisky and wild as a goat; My mother was frail, and the priest, people said, Put an ugly big horn on my dad's handsome head, And thus stole the making my beautiful face. I remember the very first day I was  born, Was at night as I'm told, just at breaking of morn, Och! the whiskey-punch smiled from a brown earthen jug!  And sure I'm a man now of mighty h/gh birth, �FoF I first in a gsxret drew breath on this earth, WheFe our neat feather-bed was some traw, to be sure, Th&l was neatly shked up and spree! down on the floor; Thus popt ino the world my sweet good-looking Then my mother, impatient to get me a name, Straight sent for the priest, and, faith, straight the priest came, With his bandy-bent legs and his crooked hunch- back! 8id my mother, there's whiskey, sir, take a small sup; Crid the priest, ' faith I will,' and he drank the quart With the whiskey half-mued, and the smoke took, Taking me in his arms, he took out his big book, And he christened me Murphy M'Clahan in a crck. id the priest, ' ow the christening ia ione 'tie 11 o'ar, Only just now I'll tak to;t   of names

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