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Your Pipe, say* I.Paddy so neatly comes over me,
Naked 111 wander wherever it. blows,
And if my Father should try to recover me,
Sure it won't be by describing- my clothes,
The Music 1 hear now, takes hold of my ear now,
And leads me all over the world by the nose,
So I followed his Bag" Pipe so sweet , ...
And sung as I leap'd like a frog ,
Adieu to my family seat,
So pleasantly plac'd in a bog,
With my far a 11a laralla loo,
How sweetly he handled the drone ,
And then such sweet Music he blew ,
Twould have melted the heart of a stone •
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Full five years I follow'd him nothing could sunder us,
Till he one morning had taken a su|),
And slipp'd from a bridge in a river just under us ,
Souse to the bottom just like a blind pup,
I roard and I bawl'd out and lustily call'd out .
O Paddy my friend don't you mean to come up,
He was dead as a nail in a door.
Poor Paddy was laid on the shelf,
So I took up his Pipes on the shore*
And now I've set up for myself,
"With my far alia laralla loo ,
To be sure I have not got the knack,
To sing far alia laralla loo,
Ay and bubbaro didaroo whach .

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