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; COMIC SONGSTER.
of jour acquaintance, says the little pig. What’s
the matter with you, Phelim ? says my mother.
Och, sure the little pig’s away with my big pratie.
Never mind, agrah, it will burn his mouth jist now,
and I’ll engage he’ll soon drop it. Squeak, squeak,
—sarve you right, you thief of the world ; can’t
you keep your hands from picking and stealing,
and be content with the peelings your poor ould
anxious mother left you.
So day after day our time passed away,
Although our affairs did awry go.
Because we couldn’t make the whiskey-shop pay
In the beautiful county of Sligo.
But when 1 grew up to manhood’s estate,
To learn all my letters did I go
To Father O’Fagan, to be sure, for he kept
The most beautiful College in Sligo.
For all sorts of learning I quickly decerning,
To the rest of the scholars I gave the bye go:
For reading and writing—for kissing and fighting,
1 was the best scholar in Sligo.
(Spofert.)—And so I was; and there was a fine
academy when we were altogether : there was me
and Phelim O’Doolan, Pat O’Brien, and beautiful
Biddy O’More. Sure, O’Fagan calls me over one
morning ; here, Phelim, says he, come overand I’ll
make a head tacher of you. 3y gob, and so he did,
for he tached me,and I tached Phelim O’Doolan;
Pat O’Brien, and the beautiful Biddy O’More.
Neither Biddy nor I wanted, for I tached Biddy
and Biddy tached me; till, bad luck to my beauti¬
ful Biddy’s sister, Tom Cat’s Cousin, if she didn’t
get the best scholar amongst tbe lot of us: and all