THE SPRIG OF SHILELA AND SHAMROCK SO GREEN.
O Love is the saul of a neat Irishman,
He loves all the lovely, loves all that he can,
With his Sprig of Shilela and Shamrock so green.
His heart is good-humour’d,’tis honest and sound,
No malice or hatred is there to be found;
He courts and h marries, he drinks and he fights,
’Tis love all forgove for in that he delights,
With his Sprig of Shilela and Shamrock so green.
Who has e’er had the luck to see Denny-brook fair,
An Irishman all in his glory is there,
With his Sprig, &c.
With clothes spick and span new, without e’er a speck,
A neat Barcelona tied round his neat neck;
He goes to a tent and he spends hi!f-a-crown,
He meets with his friend, and for love knocks him down,
With his Sprig, &c.
At ev’ning returning, as homeward he goes.
His heart soft with whisky, his head soft with blows,
From a Sprig, &c.
