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LIMERICK RACES. Sung by Aechy Hughes.
I'm a simple Irish lad, I've resolved to see some fun, sirs; So, to satisfy my mind, up to Limerick town I come, sirs. Och, murther, what a place, and what a charming city, Whese the boys are all so free, and the girls are all so
witty I
Chorus.
Musha ring a ding a da, ri tu ral lu ral laddy 0!
Musha ring a ding a da, etc.
It was on the first of May when I began my rambles, When every thing was there, both jaunting-cars and gambols ; I looked along the road—it was lined with smiling faces, All jogging off, ding dong, to go to the Limerick races!
-• Musha ring, etc.
So, then, I was resolved to go and see the race, sirs, And on a coach-and-four I neatly took my place, sirs; When a chap bawls out, "Behind!"—the driver dealt a
crack, sir; Faith, he struck me just as fair as if his eyes were in his
back, sir! Musha ring, etc.
So, then, I had to walk, and to make no great delay, sirs; I arrived upon the course, where every thing was gay, sirs: I spied a wooden house, and in the upper story Oh, a band struck up a tune called "Garry Owen and Glory." Musha ring, etc.
There was fiddlers playing jigs, there was lads and lasses
dancing; And chaps upon their nags all around the course was
prancing, Some were drinking whiskey-punch, and others singing
gayly—
Ah, give me the shamrock green, and the splinter of shil-lalah! Musha ring, etc.
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