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 sowas. 95 The riouriah t'or ever,  d n While sadly I wder, an ele from th d m  thy mntains,   May Heaven defend  own C.  OF COLERAIN As autiful tty one morning w tripping, With a piicher of milk, fr the fair  Co, en she saw me sh stumbled, the pitcher it tb, And all the sweet buttormk water'd t pla. 0h what shall I do now, 'tw 1oog at you 8, sum, such a pitcher I'1 ne'er mt ain,  the pride of my dry; rney M'Clea, You're t  a pique to e gir of Colern 1 t down de her, and ntly &d ch That ch a o should ve her ch , A  then I gave her, and fore I did ve her, 8he vow'd for ch plee she'd bre   'Tw hay-mng n, I can't tell the ren, Mfoe wHl ver  single, 'tis p!, For, ve on aer r Kitty's dieter, The devil a pitcher w whe  CelerY. PADDY E . Wzw I w a ooy m my fatocr s m , TenOr and bare  a g  a stye, Out at the doer as [ 1ook'd with a steady phi: Who but Pat Murphy the pier ce by Says Paddy, but few play this music, c you play Says I, I cant tell. for I never did t. He told  that he had a cha, To me the pis pttily s, 'en squeez'd  bag der his ,  sweetly they t up a sque .,

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