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THE COMIC SONGSTER.
st once I grew pale in the face. Arrah, what’s the
matter with you, Phelim? says my mother. Och,
sure I don’t know. You don’t know, says my
father. Och father, jewel, I feel from the oiown
of my foot to the sole of my head. Fire and turf,
says my father, the boy's in love by gob, and so
I was, up to the very ancles.
So day after day, etc.
My father he took me directly from school,
And bid me clean out the pig-sty, O;
He said much warm work would make my lovs
I should bring less disgrace upon Sligo.
My feelings were hurted, through being distrusted
To clean out the pig-sty devil a fit would I go,
So with my parents I got quite at variance,
And resolved for to bundle from Sligo.
(Spoken.)—So 1 did ; but before I went my
father called me over to him. Here, Phelim, says
he, 1 understand you are leaving, but before you go
take my bit of a blessing into yourself ; and he up
with nis fist and gave me a pothogue between the
shoulders. Well, you see, my mother would also
give me a lump of a blessing, and siie shoves a hand¬
ful of thirteens into my fist ; here, Phelim, agrah,
says she, take this into yourself for a blessing, and
you’ll never want a father while your mother’s
alive. By gob, I don’t think I will mother, says 1.
But my feelings would not allow me to stand it any
longer, so I thought I would bid all my relations
good bye. Good bye, mother, I’m going. Good
bye, Charlie—Bow, wow, wow, says he. Good bye,
little pigs—Squeak, squeak. Good bye, Hay¬
stacks, Muck-forks, Praties, Muck-shovels, and all