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His ancestors were kings before Moses was born,
His mother descended from great Grana Uaile: He laughed all the Blakes and the Frenches to scorn ;
They were mushrooms compared to old Larry M'Hale. He sat down every day to a beautiful dinner,
With cousins and uncles enough for a tail; And, though loaded with debt, oh ! the devil a thinner
Could law or the sheriff make Larry M'Hale. |
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With a larder supplied and a cellar well stored,
None lived half so well, from Fair-Head to Kinsale; As he piously said, " I've a plentiful board,
And the Lord He is good to old Larry M'Hale." So fill up your glass, and a high bumper give him,
It's little we'd care for the tithes or Repale; For Ould Erin would be a fine country to live in,
If we only had plenty like Larry M'Hale. |
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THE WIDOW MALONE
DID ye hear of the widow Malone, Ohone! Who lived in the town of Athlone, Alone ? Oh ! she melted the hearts Of the swains in them parts — So lovely the widow Malone, Ohone! So lovely the widow Malone. |
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