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; COMIC SONGSTER.
HURRAH FOR AN IRISH STEW.
Hurrah for an Irish stew!
Hurrah for an Irish stew!
It’s seasoned so fine, and it’s flavour’s divine,
Hurrah! for an Irish stew.
It’s plummy wid pepper and salt.
It’s good wid parates a few,
And nothing can equal in this grubbing world
An illigant Irish stew.
Hurrah, &c.
If you ax a young lover to dine,
And you’d have him behave bind to yon, [mouth,
And you’d make love come out of his beautiful
Vou should stuil it wid an Irish stew.
Here’s a health to John Bull and his beef,
Here’s a health to Sandy and brew,
Here’s a health to Paddy, good luck and, in brief.
Success to his Irish stew'.
Hurrah, &c.
KING ARTHUR HAD THREE SONS.
King Arthur had three sons,
As big rogues as ever did swing,
And he kick’d them all three out of door*
Because they could not sing.
The first he was a miller,
The second he was a weaver,
And the third he was a little tailor,
They thought him wond’rous clever.