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2io THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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CHARLES O'FLAHERTY (1794-1828)
THE HUMORS OF DONNYBROOK FAIR
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H ! 'twas Dermot O'Nowlan McFigg, That could properly handle a twig. He went to the Fair, And kicked up a dust there, In dancing the Donnybrook Jig,
With his twig. Oh ! my blessing to Dermot McFigg !
When he came to the midst of the Fair, He was all in a faughl for fresh air,
For the Fair very soon
Was as full as the moon, Such mobs upon mobs as were there,
Oh ! rare. So more luck to sweet Donnybrook Fair.
The souls they came crowding in fast, To dance while the leather would last,
For the Thomas Street brogue
Was there much in vogue, And oft with a brogue the joke passed,
Quite fast, While the Cash and the Whiskey did last! |
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1 Paugh, a tit. |
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