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I greased my brogues and cut my stick,

at the la ter end of May sir,

And off for Dublin I set out.

to sail upon the sea sir:

Then next to England I would go;

to reap the hay and corn sir,

To leavefold Ireland far behind.

the place where I was born sir.

With my shillelah coh,

and my heart so true.

Oh Billy O’ Rourke’s the bay sir.

I paid the captain six thirteens,

to carry me over to Margate

Before we got half over the waves,

it blew at o hell of a hard ,

The great big stick that grew cut of the ship

began to roar and whistle

And the sailors all both great and small,

cries, Pat you will go to the devil,

my, &c

Some fell upon their bended knees,

the ladies fell a fainting

But fell to my bread and cheese,

for I always mind the main thing.

Says the sailors to the bottom you’ll go,

says I — I dont card a farthing.

For I paid my passage to Pargate you know,

and be dommed but I’ll stick an my bargain.

with my &c.