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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 213 |
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" By the Powers, then," says Dermot, "'tis plain, Like a son of that rapscallion Cain,
My best friend I've kilt,
Tho' no blood it is spilt, And devil a harm did I mean,
That's plain, But by me he'll be ne'er kilt again ! "
Then the Meal-man forgave him the blow, That laid him a-sprawling so low,
And being quite gay,
Asked them both to the play, But Katty, being bashful, said " No,"
"No!" "No!" Yet he treated them all to the show 1 |
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