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And came, when he found it convenient to life.
And sing phililu, &c.
Says he to the jury,—Your worships a’nt please ye,
I don’t think I’m dead yet, so what is’t you do?
Not dead! says the foreman, you spalpeen be easy,
Don’t you think but the doctor knows better than you?
So then they went on with the business some further,
And examin’d the doctor about his belief;
When they brought poor Delaney in guilty of murder,
And swore they would hang him in spite of his teeth.
And sing phililu, &c.
Then Murphy laid hold of a climsy chillelah,
And laid on the doctor as sly as a post,
Who swore but it couldn’t be Murphy Delaney,
But something alive, so it must be his ghost.
Then the jury began, joy, with fear to survey him
Whilst he like a devil about him did lay,
And sent straight out of- hand for the clargy to lay him;
But Murph’ laid the clargy, and then ran away.
and sing phililu, &c.
