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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 he marries, he drinks and fights,
'Tis love,all for love, for in that he delights,
With his sprig of Shilela and Shamrock so green.
Who has e'er had the luck to see Dennv-br 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 half a-crown
He meets with his friend, and for love kn him down,
With his Sprig, &c.
