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200 THE IRISH PICKET.
Yankee boys will fight it out!
Yankees brave and handy ! Freedom be our battle-shout!
Yankee doodle dandy!
—#— THE IRISH PICKET.
BY " BARNEY."
Air—" /'m sitting on the stile, Mary."
[" 'M shtanding in the mud, Biddy, With not a spalpeen near, And silence, spaichless as the grave,
Is all the sound I hear. Me goon is at a showlder-arms,
I 'm wetted to the bone, And whin I 'm afther sphakin* out, I find meself alone.
This Southern climate 's quare, Biddy,
A quare and bastely thing, Wid winter absint all the year,
And summer in the spring. Ye mind the hot place down below ?
And may ye never fear I 'd dthraw comparisons — but then
It *a awful warrum here.