Excellent new song, called, The sprig of shilale, &c./The Sprig of Shilale and Shamrock So Green

THE SPRIG OF SHILALE AND SHAMROCK

SO GREEN.

O Love is the faul of a neat Iriſhman,
He loves all the lovely, loves all that he can,
⁠With his Sprig of Shilale and Shamrock ſo green.
His heart in good humour, 'tis honeſt and ſound,
No malice or hatred is there to be found,
He courts and he marries, he drinks and he fights,
'Tis love all for love for in that he delights,
⁠With his Sprig of Shilale and Shamrock ſo green.

Who has e'er had the luck to ſee Denny-brock fair,
An Iriſhman all in his glory is there,
⁠With his Shrig &c
With clothes ſpic and ſpán new without e're a ſpec,
A neat Barcelona tied round his neat neck,
He goes to a tent and he ſpends half a Crown,
He meets with his friend and for love knocks him down
⁠With his Shrig, &c.

At evening returning as homeward he goes,
His heart ſoft with whiſky his head ſoft with blows,
⁠From a Sprig, &c.

He meets with his Shila who bluſhing a ſmile,
Cries get you gone Pat yet conſents all the while,
To a Prieſt ſoon they go, and nine months after that
A fine baby cries how d'ye do father Pat,
⁠With your Sprig, &c.

Bleſs the country ſays I, that gave Patrick his birth,
Bleſs the land of the oak and its neighbouring earth.
⁠Where grows the Shilale, &c.
May the ſons of the Thames the Tweed and the Shannon,
Drub the foes who dare plant in our confines a cannon
United and happy and loyalty ſhine,
May the Roſe and the Thiſtle long flouriſh and twine
Round the Sprig of Shilale and Shamrock ſo green