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Not a single paratoe is left us for bread;
The science of ploughing my father taught me,
So I'll e'en try the water and plough the salt sea,
With my Jill, sing Jack, sing Bibligo whack.
Says Norah, when you're on the ocean, my life,
Sure Providence then will take care of your wife,
For no babies have we, not a Jill nor a Jack.
But when Pat was away, what did Providence do,
Made the squire build for Norah a cabin quite new,
He furnish'd it gaily to dry up her tears,
And he peopl'd it too in the space of three years,
With his Jill, sing Jack, &c.
But when Paddy return'd how it gladden‘d his heart,
To see his dear Norah so fine and so smart,
With her rings in her ears and her silks on her back.
And who furnish'd for you this cabin, says Pat?
'Twas Providence, says Norah, himself that did that;
