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Och, my she-divil came home from the spree,
Full of whiskey, and ripe from the buryin', sure; And she showed as much mercy to me
As a hungry man shows to a herrin', sure. One Billy-go-fister I gave,
Which caused her to grunt and to grin agin ; In six months I opened the grave
And slapped her on the bones of Finegan.
Whack fie lil Ian, etc.
It's now, that I'm single again,
I'll spind my time rakin' and batterin'; I'll go to the fair wid the men,
And I'll dance wid the girls for a patterin'. They'll swear that I'm stuck to a lee,
And think, as they say, to catch him agin; But they'll not come the kuckle o'ec me,
For they might be related to Finegan.
Whack fie lil Ian, etc,
YANKEE DOODLE. Sung by Archy Hughes.
I'm Yankee Doodle, Uncle Sam,
From Freedom's niightj' farm, sir, That for many a thousand years
Has worked unto a charm, sir. But some rogues talk of selling out,
And splitting up this Union; We'll beat their backs red, white, and blue,
Who dare to split our Union!
Then wake up, every mother's sonó Our Union none can sever 1
And swear, by mighty Washington, Our Union, now and ever I"