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I'll marry you straight, and then, Barney you
know!"-
“Thank'ee father," said I, but I'd much rather
go!”.
So to ould Father Murphy I bade a good night,
And to Judy I said, what you'll own was quite
right,
“Arrah, Judy," says I, "you're a frolicksome
elf,
But I'll be a good boy, and take care of myself,”
———
THE TIGHT IRISH BOY.
O! when I was christen'd, 'twas on a fair day,
And my on loving mother calld me her dear joy;
And that I was so, why she always would say,
I was smiling, beguiling, dutiful, beautiful, rattling, prattling,
O! botheration—a tight Irish boy.
But when I grew up, I was always in love—
Variety's pleasing and never can cloy:
So true to ten thousand, I constantly prove,
O! I'm a sighing, dying, kneeling, stealing,
Smiling, beguiling, dutiful, beautiful, rattling,
prattling,
O! botheration— a tight Irish boy.
FINIS.
