Soldiers and sailors > Four excellent new songs

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Patrick O’Neil the Sailor3
'V?rOU fons of Hibernia, who’s (ung on dry lacdj
A Round yourfparkiing tore fire* with your wlj
in hiind.
Drink dro ?-nd Fingedro nor think on the boys
That? fighting yoar battles thro’ tempclts and nc
Give ear to my ditty it is true I declare.
Such Jwiming and finking will make you all flar
Suchflorms (quibs and crackers have whilk’dat nr
Since the prellgang laid hold of poor Patrick O’l
It was April the firft I fot off like a fool,
From Killkenny to Dublin to fee Lausencc Tooi
My mother’s third Coufin who often wrote dow'
To beg I’d come fee bow he ffourifh’d in town:
Bui l fcarce had fet foot on that terrible place,
Till I met with tins fapline> lie (wore in my face
Then he beckon’d the preffgang they came wit
fail,
And they foon neck and heel carried poor Patricl
Then they feamper’d away at they thought w
They took me for a failor run off in difguile s \
But a horrible blunder they made with their ft
For I never fee’d a ftiip on the fca in my life ;
But away to the tender they bade.me to fleer.
But of tendernefs devil a monel was there,
1 roar’d and I hallow’d but it did nothing preva.
In their cellar they ciam d me poor Patrick O
Next morning from Dublin they fail’d with their
I was baff ftarved and fca lick the reft of the w
Not c mi’e-ffonc I faw, nor a houlcnor a bed
All was water and Iky, till we came to Spithea*