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- en Paddy found out a small error on board,
The whisky, alas ! was gunpowder.
With sudden explosion he flew o’er the ocean, And high in air sported a leg ; Yet instinct prevails, when philosophy fails. So he kept a tight hold of the keg. But Dermont bawled out with a terrible shout, I'm not to be choused, Mr Wiseman ; If you do not come down. I'll run into the town, And by St Patrick I'll tell the Exciseman.
THE KING OF THE FAIRIES.
A wee, wee man came to our toun en, Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee ; An’ he sang sang sweet, that the hale o’ our men Lap aff their looms the carle to see.
His cap was red, an’ his breeks were green, Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee ; An’ his jacket the shortest that ever was seen, An’ the quecrest colour you ever did see.
His nose was as flat as the back o’ my han’, Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee ; An' his feet wad hae covered an acre o’lan, Yet his Boots cam’ up o’er the lid o’ his knee.
His e’en were grey without ony white, Fiddledum, faddledum., fee, fee, fee ; An’ his teeth were as black as the middle o’ night, When the moon has forsaken this countrie.
