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 This health we'll encore, ten thouſand and more,

of Patrick's ons in the nation,

Shamrocks we'll wear, then of us take care,

all over the Iriſh nation.

He fun being ſet, and my work being done,

one more of my days being ſpent,

Then home to my cottage I tript it along,

and ſet myſelf down with content.

My cottage with woodbines are decked all round

and the jeſſamines green at my door,

Where in it no trouble was there to be found,

I have nothing but ground for my loor.

My bed made of flocks, & my ſheets are home ſpun,

no trouble ever enters my breaſt;

For at night being weary I lay myſelf down,

ſo contented I take me to reſt.

With the lark in the morning I riſe to my work,

there's nothing perplexes my mind;

If my lambs go aſtray, ſee how careful I look,

ſo ſure as you you ſhall ſind.

No thoughts about honour ever enter'd my breaft,

or riches I ne'er can deſire,

For the chief of my Itudy is carning my bread,

to high title I ne'er can aſpire.

With pipe made of ſtraw for amuſement I play,

ſee my lambs they ſkip over the plain,

Being bleſt with content, fee my time ſlides away,

and at night to my cottage again,