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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 507 |
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ROBERT A. WILSON
Barney Maglone (182O-I875)
HALLOWEVE COMPLAINT
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RRAH, Barney, it's raly too bad Bedad, To see you there lookin' so sad, My lad. It's now Halloweve, An' you sit there an' grieve, On account of your sittin' alone,
Like a stone,— Poor, dismal pilgarlic Maglone !
Other people have homes of their own, Maglone;
But your share of the world's to have none, Mavrone.
As you lived you must die;
An' your last gasp or cry
Will be heard, very likely, by none, Not one —
You unfortunate divil Maglone !
You're only asthray among men, Again,
You'll never have chicken or hen ; So then,
You may growl at your aise, |
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