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 Twas at the town of nate Clogheen,
 * That Sergeant Snap met Paddy Carey;

A claner boy was never seen,
 * Brisk as a bee, light as a fairy:

His brawny shoulders, four feet square,
 * His cheeks like thumping red potatoes;

His legs would make a chairman stare!
 * And Pat was lov'd by all the ladies!
 * Old and young, grave or sad,
 * Deaf and dumb, dull or mad,
 * Waddling, twaddling, limping, squinting
 * Light, brisk, and airy,--

All the sweet faces at Limerick races,
 * From Mullinavat to Magherafelt,
 * At Paddy's beautiful name would melt!

The souls would cry, and look so shy, Och! Cushlamachree, did you never see