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THE FINE OULD IRISH GINTLEMAN. |
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THE FINE OULD IRISH GINTLEMAN,
I'LL sing you a fine ould song, made by a find ould Paddy's pate,
Of a fine oukl Irish gintleman, who had the divil a taste of an estate,
Except a fine ould patch of pitatys that he liked exceedingly to ate,
For they were beef to him, and mutton too, and barring a red herring or a rusty rasher of bacon now and thin, almost every other sort of mate;
Yet this fine ould Irish gintleman was one of the rale ould stock 1
His cabin-walls were covered o'er with fine ould Irish mud Because he couldn't afford to have any paper hangings, and
between you and me he wouldn't give a pin for them
if he could; And jist as proud as Julius Sayzer, or Alixander the Great,
this independent ragamuffin stood, "With a glass of fine ould Irish whiskey in his fist, which
he's decidedly of opinion will do a mighty dale of
good, To this fine ould Irish gintleman, all of the rale ould stock!
Now this fine ould Irish gintleman wore mighty curious
clothes— Though, for comfort, I'll be bail that they'd bate any of
your fashionable beaux; For when the sun was very hot, the gintle wind right
through his ventilation garments most beautifully
blows; And he's never troubled with any corns, and I'll tell you
why—because he despises the wakeness of wearing
any thing as hard as leather on his toes; Tet this fine ould Irish gintleman was one of the rale ould
stock!
Now this fine ould Irish gintleman has a mighty curious knack |
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