( 125 ) BOTHER'D FROM HEAD TO THE TAIL.
��T fixteen years old you could get little good of
me ;
Then I fa\v Norah, who foon underftood of me, I was hi love but my (elf, for the blood of me, Could not tell what I did ail.
'Twas dear, dear ! what can the matter be ? Och ! blood an ouns ! what can the matter be > Och ! Gramachree ! wliat can the matter be ? Bother'd from head to the tail.
I went to confcfs me to Father O'Flannagan ; Told him my cafe made an end then began again : Father, fays I, make me foon my own man again, If you find out what I ail.
Dear, dear ! fays he, what can the matter be ?
Och ! blood an ouns ! can't you tell what the matter
be?
Both cried out, what can the matter be ! Bother'd from head to the tail.
Soon I fell fick I did bellow and curfe again Norah took pity to fee me at ir; Gave me a kifs ; och, zounu* ! that threw me worfe again;
Well {he knew whit [ did ail.
But dear, dear ! fays (he, what can the matter me ; Och, blood an ouns! my Ufs what can the mutter be? Both cried out ^hat can the nuirtei be ? Botnei-'d from head 10 the tail.
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