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Sentimental, Comic, And Ethiopian Songs performed by Hooley's Minstrels Band.

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For convanience, the corpse was put
Along with his friend in the barn, sure; And some came to it on foot,
While others came down from Dungarinshore. My wife she cried and she sobbed—
I chucked her out twice, and she got in agin; I gave her a belt in the gob,
When I wur knocked down by McFinegan.
Whack fie lil Ian, etc.
The bed and the corpse was upset,
The row it commenced in a minute, sure; Divil a bit of a stick had I got,
Till they broke all the legs of the furnituro I In faith, as the blood flew about,
Eyes were shoved out and shoved in agin; I got a southwestern clout,
Which knocked me on top of old Finegan!
Whack fie lil Ian, etc.
How long I was dead I don't know—
But this I know, I wasn't living, sure; I awoke wid a pain in my toe,
For they wur both tied wid a ribbon, sure. I opened my mouth for to Spake,
The shate was rolled up to my chin again; "Och, Molly," says I, "I'm awake"—
"Och," says she, "you'll be buiied wid Finegan.
Whack fie lil Ian, etc.
I opened my eyes for to see—
I strove to get up, to knock her about; I found that my two toes were tied
Like a spoon in a pot of thick stirabout! But 4 soon got the use of my toes,
By a friend of the corpse, Larry Gilligan, Who helped me to get into my clothes,
For to spread a grass quilt over Finegan.
Whack, fie hi Ian, etc. 6
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