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 lie handled, or followed the turf-cutthig trade But sung day and n/ght to make his heart light, And swore for his Katty he'd die or he'd fzght; Thus did Patr/ck O'Lilt for M/ss Katty O'lnm He sun/g out his love hi a sorrowful strain; His warbling she heard, but she aughed at' his pain; Which he could not bear from Miss Katty O'Rann To have heard the poor lad sing, sigh, matter and moan; While she turned her nose, which stood always awry- And plump on another she cast her sheep's eye, Crying ' Pat you won't do for Miss Katty O'Ranm* As he found no impression he made on the maid, Faith, he shovelled himself out of life with his spade, Determined to perish for Katty O'Rann; For with spade, axe, and mallet, about his neck tied, He plunged in the L/ffey and there for her died! As he sunk from the shore, he 'cried, ' Eatty no more Shall you trouble my spirit, or make my bones sore; Io bad luck to you beautiful Katty O'Ram CUSHLAMACitEE. DZAa Er/n! how.eetly thy green bosom An emerald set in the, ring of the sea; Each blade of thy neadows my faithful heart prizes, The queen of the west, the world's Cushlamacree. 'Thy gates open wide to the poor and the stranger; There smiles hospitality hearty and free; Thy friendship is seen in the moment of danger, And the wand'rer is welcom'd with Cushlamacree. .ly sons they are brave, but the battle once over, In brotherly ieace with their foes they agree; And the roseate cheeks of thy daughters discover -. The soul-spealing blush, that says Cushlam&cre
 * Twas enough to have melted the heart of a

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