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THE COMIC SONGSTER.
MICKEV FREE’S LAMENT.
Then, fare-ye-well, ould Erin dear!
To part—my heart does ache well.
From Carrickfergus to Cape Clear,
I’ll never see you’re equal.
And, though to foreign parts we’re bound.
Where cannibals may ate us,
We’ll ne’er forget the holy ground
Of poteen and potatoes.
Middirederoo aroo, aroo, &c.
When good St. Patrick banished frogs.
And shook them from his garment,
He never thought we'd go abroad.
To live upon such varmint ;
Nor quit the land where whiskey grew,
To wear King George’s button,
Take vinegar for mountain dew,
And toads for mountain mutton.
Middirederoo aroo, aroo, &c.
I’M NO SPEAKER, SO YOU SEE.
I’m no speaker, eo you’ll see.
From the scores of melody.
Something apropos I’ll borrow—
Oh, if you keep up this glee.
1 hope that you’ll agree with me.
And tarry here till to-morrow.
I’ve no money, but you see
Justerini credits me
For Claret, Champagne, Hock or Sherry,
No heeltaps then, nor skylights leave,
Nor for a lack of liquor grieve,
Rut drink and sing and be merry.