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PADDY FLANAGAN.                                21
satius enclosed his breast, costly attire surround him; to the bachelor's plain style of dress, the priest's cloak folded around him.
and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But as we gazed in his face, we plainly read That he bitterly thought of the morrow!
We thought, as we stroked down his narrow bed,
And smoothed his lonely pillow, How the mop and the broomstick would fly o'er his head,
And we far away on the billow.
Lightly they'll talk of the one that's gone, And be-fore his dear spouse upbra'id him;
But they'll little expect, if they let him pass on, He'll follow the samples they've made him.
But half of our heavy task was done.
When the bell tolled the hour for retiring;
And we knew, by the jingling and rattling of tins, That a horning was about transpiring.
Sadly and dearly he did repent
Of the step taken in matrimony; Almost broken-hearted he did lament—
" Oh, leave me alone for my glory I"
PADDY O'FLANAGAN.
Twas Paddy O'Flanagan set out one morning From Dublin, sweet city, to London on foot,
In an old tattered jacket,, all foppery scorning, With a shoe on his leg and his neck in a boot.
Musha whack ! in no time he walked over the water, And soon set his head on England's famed shore;
While for joy of his safety his stomach did totter-He sung Teddy O'Reilly and Molly Asthore,
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