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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 403 |
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And that their ears, in point of size,
Were not pecu-liar. I even saw a face or two
Which might be handsome called ; And by their very largest feet
I was not much appalled.
I found them sober, now and then;
And even in the street, It seems they do not have a fight
With every boy they meet. I even found some honest men
Among the very poor; And I have heard some sentences
Which did not end with "shure."
It seems that praties in their skins
Are not their only food, And that they have a house or two
Which is not built of mud. In fact, they're not all brutes or fools,
And I suspect that when . They rule themselves they'll be as good,
Almost, as Englishmen !
NELL FLAHERTY'S DRAKE1
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Y name it is Nell, quite candid I tell, That I live near Coote hill, I will never deny; I had a fine drake, the truth for to spake,
1 Many versions of this ballad are to be found in the Irish ballad-slips. They are all corrupt and generally very gross. Note its similarity to O'Kelly's " Curse of Doneraile." |
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