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i4o THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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'Tis there the lake is, Well stored with perches, And comely eels in
The verdant mud ; Besides the leeches, And groves of beeches, Standing in order
For to guard the flood.
There's statues gracing This noble place in — All heathen gods
And nymphs so fair: Bold Neptune, Plutarch, And Nicodemus, All standing naked
In the open air ! So now to finish This brave narration, Which my poor geni'
Could not entwine; But were I Homer, Or Nebuchadnezzar, 'Tis in every feature
I would make it shine. |
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[There is an additional verse to this song by Father Prout, relating to the famous Blarney Stone. Samuel Lover says any editor who would omit it deserves to be hung up to dry on his own lines. To avoid this fate here they are :]
There is a boat on The lake to float on, And lots of beauties |
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