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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS |
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After supper, of heaven I dream, But that is fat pullet and clouted cream. Myself, by denial, I mortify With a dainty bit of a warden pie : I'm clothed in sackcloth for my sin: With old sack wine I'm lined within: A chirping cup is my matin song, And the vesper bell is my bowl's ding dong. What baron or squire Or knight of the shire Lives half so well as a holy friar 1 |
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