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The jolly boy, the darling joy, the ladies' toy,
 * Nimble-footed, black-ey'd, rosy-cheek'd,

O Curly-headed Paddy Carey!
 * O, sweet Paddy, beautiful Paddy!

Nate little, tight little Paddy Carey.

His heart was made of Irish oak,
 * Yet soft as streams from sweet Killarney,

His tongue was tipt with a hit o' the brogue,
 * But deuce a bit at all of the blarney.

Now Sergeant Snap, so sly and keen,
 * While Pat was coaxing duck-legg'd Mary,

A shilling slipt, so nate and clane,
 * By the powers! he listed Paddy Carey!

Tight and sound—strong and light,—
 * Cheeks so round—eyes so bright,—

Whistling, humming, drinking, drumming,
 * Light, tight, and airy!

All the sweet faces at Limerick races, &c.

The sowls wept loud, the crowd was great,
 * When waddling forth came widow Leary;

Though she was crippled in her gait,
 * Her brawny arms clasp'd Paddy Carey;

'Och, Pat!' she cri'd—'go, huy the ring;
 * Here's cash galloire, my darling honey;'

Says Pat, 'you sowl! I'll do that thing,'
 * And clapt his thumb upon her money.