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60 THE BONES 0F OLD FINEGAN.
There was betting to and fro, to see who'd win the race,
One of the knowing coves then came up to my face, sirs: Says he, " I'll bet you fifty pounds, and I'll leave it down
this minute!"— "Oh, then, ten to one," says I, "that the foremost horse will win it I" Musha ring, etc.
When the actors came to town, what a merry lot were
they, sir I I paid my two-thirteens to go and see the play, sir; They acted kings and queens, both Columbine and fairy, But I leaped upon the stage when they struck up Paddy
Carey I Musha ring, etc.
THE BONES OF OLD FINEGAN. Sung by Archy Hughes.
I'm a dacent laboring youth,
I was born in the town of Domshockalin: I'm a widower now in my youth,
Since I buried sweet Molly McLaughlin. I*wur married but once in my life—
Sure, I'll never commit such a sin agin; For I found out, when she wur my wife,
She wur foud of one Barney McFinegan,
Chorus—Whack fie lil Ian, ta ra la, whack ta ra laddy de, With a ri tol lol lal diddle de de de I
Her father had castles of mud, ' Of which I wur fond of admiring; They wur built in the time of the Flood,
For to keep her ancestors dry in. When he found I had Molly bespoke,
First he got fat, and then he got thin agin ; In the struggle his gizzard lie broke, And we had a corpse of old Finegan.!
' Whack lie 111 Ian, eta