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Y time he was going to Bed, And sing fil lal loo bubbu boo
whack JbotKeration Ev*ryMan in his humour as Katekissdthe l*ig
Some folks passing by, drew him out of the River,
And got a Horse Docter his sickness to mend?
Who swore that poor Pat was no longer a liver*
But dead as the Devil, and there was an end;
So they sent for the Coroner's Jury to try him,
But Pat not half liking the comical strife,
Fell to twisting and turning the while they sat by him
And came when he thought it convenient to life
Sing fillalloo &c: Stc;
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Says Pat to the Jury, your Worships an't please you,
I dont think I'm dead, so what is it you'd do.
Not dead said the Foreman. you Shalpeen be easy; %: ~
Do you think don't the Doctor know better, than you,
So then they went on in the business further,
Examin'd the Docter about his belief,
Then brought poor Del any in guilty of murder,
And swore they wou d hang himi in spite of his teeth.
Sing fillalloo &c:8tc-.
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But Paddy clich'd hold of a clumsy Shilaly,
And laid on the Doctor, who stiff as a Post,
Still swore that it cou'd n't be Murphy Delany,
But was something alive, and so must be a Ghost,
The Jury began then with fear to survey him,
While he like the Devil about him did lay,
So they sent out of hand for a Clargy to lay him,
But Pat laid the Clargy and then ran away.
. Sing fillalloo &c: 9ic\'
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