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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 141 |
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Which I can't entwine; But were I a preacher, Or a classic teacher, In every feature
I'd make 'em shine! There is a stone there, That whoever kisses, Oh ! he never misses
To grow eloquent; 'Tis he may clamber To a lady's chamber, Or become a member
Of parliament. A clever spouter He'll soon turn out, or An out-an-outer,
To be let alone. Don't hope to hinder him, Or to bewilder him, Sure he's a pilgrim
From the Blarney Stone ! |
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