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“Cut down the bloody horde!”

Says Meagher of the sword, “This conduct would disgrace any blackamore;'

But the best use Tommy made

Of his famous battle blade
Was to cut his own stick from the Shannon shore.

Immortal Smith O'Brine

Was raging like a line ; 'Twould have done your sowl good to have heard him roar;

In his glory he arose,

And he rush'd upon his foes,
But they hit him on the nose by the Shannon shore.

Then the Futt and the Dthragoons

In squadthrons and platoons,
With their music playing chunes, down upon us bore ;

And they bate the rattatoo,

But the Peelers came in view,
And ended the shaloo on the Shannon shore.




An igstrawnary tail I vill tell you this veek-
I stood in the Court of A'Beckett the Beak,
Vere Mrs. Jane Roney, a vidow, I see,
Who charged Mary Brown with a robbin of she.

This Mary was pore and in misery once,
And she came to Mrs. Roney it's more than twelve monce.
She adn't got no bed, nor no dinner nor no tea,
And kind Mrs. Roney gave Mary all three.

Mrs. Roney kep Mary for ever so many veeks,
(Her conduct disgusted the best of all Beax,)
She kep her for nothink, as kind as could be,
Never thinkin that this Mary was a traitor to she,

“ Mrs. Roney, O Mrs. Roney, I feel very ill; Will you jest step to the Doctor's for to fetch me a pill?” “That I will, my pore Mary,” Mrs. Roney says she ; And she goes off to the Doctor's as quickly as may be.

No sooner on this message Mrs. Roney was sped,
Than hup gits vicked Mary, and jumps out a bed ;
She hopens all the trunks without never a key-
She bustes all the boxes, and vith them makes free.

Mrs. Roney's best linning gownds, petticoats, and close,
Her children's little coats and things, her boots, and her hose,
She packed them, and she stole 'em, and avay vith them did flee.
Mrs. Roney's situation-you may think vat it vould be!

Of Mary, ungrateful, who had served her this vay,
Mrs. Roney heard nothink for a long year and a day.
Till last Thursday, in Lambeth, ven whom should she see?
But this Mary, as had acted so ungrateful to sbe.

She was leaning on the helbo of a worthy young man,
They were going to be married, and were walkin hand in hand;
And the Church bells was a ringing for Mary and he,
And the parson was ready, and a waitin for his fee.

When up comes Mrs. Roney, and faces Mary Brown,
Who trembles, and castes her eyes upon the ground.
She calls a jolly pleaseman, it happens to be me;
I charge this young woman, Mr. Pleaseman, says she.

Mrs. Roney, o, Mrs. Roney, o, do let me go,
I acted most ungrateful I own, and I know,
But the marriage bell is a ringin, and the ring you may see,
And this young man is a-waitin, says Mary, says she.

I don't care three fardens for the parson and clark,
And the bell may keep ringin from noon day to dark.
Mary Brown, Mary Brown, you must come along with me,
And I think this young man is lucky to be free.

So, in spite of the tears which bejew'd Mary's cheek,
I took that young gurl to A'Beckett the Beak;
That exlent Justice demanded her plea-
But never a sullable said Mary said she.

“And so, vith arp and woice,

Both troubled and shagreened,
I bid you to rejoice

O glorious England's Queend !
And never have to veep, like pore Louis-Phileep,

Because you out are cleaned.

“O, Prins, so brave and stout,

I stand before your gate; Pray send a trifle hout

To me, your pore old Vait; For nothink could be vuss than it's been along vith us,

In this year Forty-eight.”

“ Ven this bad year began,"

The nex man said, saysee, I vas a Journeyman,

A taylor black and free,
And my wife went out and chaired about,

And my name's the bold Cuffee.

“ The Queen and Halbert both,

I swore I would confound,
I took a hawfle hoath

To drag them to the ground;
And sevral more with me they swore

Against the British Crownd.

“ Aginst her Pleacemen all,

We said we'd try our strenth;
Her scarlick soldiers tall,

We vow'd we'd lay full lenth:
And out we came, in Freedom's name,

Last Aypril was the tenth.

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