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THE FINE OULD IRISH GINTLEMArN. 51
Of flourishing a tremendous great shillaly in his hand, and
letting it drop down with a most uncompromising
whack ; So, of most superior shindies, you may take your oath, if
you ever happen to be called upon, for it he very
nearly never had a lack; And it's very natural, and not at all surprising, to suppose
that the fine ould Irish mud was well acquainted
with the back Of this fine ould Irish gintleman, all of the rale oild stockl
This fine ould Irish gintleman he was once out upon a spree,
And, as many a fine ould Irish gintleman has done, and more betoken will do to the end of time, he got about as dhrunk as he could be;
His senses was completely mulvathered, and the consequence was that he could neither hear nor see;
So they thought he was stone dead and gone intirely—so the best tiling they could do would be to have him waked and buried dacintly,
Like a fine ould Irish gintleman, all of the rale ould stock!
So this fine ould Irish gintleman he was laid out upon a
bed, "With half a dozen candles at his heels, and two or three
dozen, more or less, about his head; But when the whiskey-bottle was uncorked, he couldn't
stand it any longer, so he riz right up in bed— " And when sich mighty fine stuff as that is going about,"
says he, "ye dou't think I'd be sich a soft-headed
fool as to be dead?" Oh, this fine ould Irish gintleman it was mighty hard to
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" Pat, is it a son or a daughter that your sister has got?"
" Faith, I don't yet know whether I am an uncle or an aunt." |
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