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KATTY O'RANN. 26
Nay, more, Paddy Flanagan joins in the wish That the cares of our friends may soon find a decrease;
That war may be drowned on dry land with the fish, And the world forever taste blessings of peace.
"With my phililu, etc.
War rto.^Patrick O'Lilt, sure, a broth of a lad, Who oartered what money and baubles he had,
•-*vr »<ie Pove of his sweetheart, Miss Katty O'Rann? Since ne fell deep in love, 'faith! no longer the spade He handled, or followed the turf-cutting trade; But sang day and night to make his heart light, And swore for his Katty he'd die or he'd fight:
Thus did Patrick O'Lilt for Miss Katty O'Rann.
Chorus—Ri tol de rol, etc
He sang out bis love in a sorrowful straint
His warbling she heard, but she laughed at his pain—
Which he could not bear from Miss Katty O'Rann. 'Twas enough to have melted the heart of a stone To have heard the poor lad sing, sigh, mutter, and moan, Wliile she turned up her nose, which stood always awry, And plump en another she cast her sheep's eye,
Crying, " Pat, you won't do for Miss Katty O'Rann."
Ri tol de rol, etc.
As he found no impression he made on the maid, 'Faith, he shovelled himself out of life with his spade,
Determined to perish for Katty O'Rann: For, with spade, axe, and mallet, about his neck tied, He plunged in the Liffey, and there for her died! As he sunk from the shore, he cried, " Katty, no more Shall you trouble my spirit, or make my bones sore;
So bad luck to you, beautiful Katty O'Rann!"
Ri tol de rol, etc