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So, says he to my mother, one night,
To England suppose you and I go,
And the very same day, by moonlight,
They took leave of the county of Sligo.
Sing de ral, lal de ral la, fal lal, &c.
That the land is all cover’d with water.
’Twixt England and Ireland, you'll own;
And single misfortunes, they say,
To Irishmen ne’er come alone;
So my father, poor man ! was first drown’d
Then shipwreck’d in sailing from Cork,
But my mother,—she got safe to land,
And a whiskey-shop open’d in York.
Fal de ral, &c.
Just a year after father was dead, ———
One night, about five in the morn,
An odd accident happen’d to me,
For 'twas then that myself was first born;
All this, I've been told by my mammy,
(And surely she’d not tell me wrong,)
But I don’t remember nought of it,
'Caze it happen’d when I were quite young.
Fal de ral, &c.
On the very same day, the next year,
