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COMIC SOKOSTBR.
THK KEEL ROW.
Oh who’s so like my Johnie, so leash, so blythe, so
He’s foremost ’mongst the many keel lads of cosdy
He sits and rows so tightly, or in the dance so
sprightly,
He cuts and shuffles lightly, ’tis true, were he not
Weel may the keel row, the keel row, the keel row
Weel may the keel row that my lad’s in.
He wears a blue bonnet, blue bonnet, blue bonnet,
He wears a blue bonnet, and a dimple in his chin.
He wears a blue, &c.
Weel may the keel row, the keel row, the keel row,
Weel may the keel row, that my lad’s in.
He wears a blue bonnet, blue bonnet, blue bonnet,
He wears a blue bonnet, and a dimple in his chin.
Weel may the keel row, the keel row, the keel row,
Weel may the keel row, that my lad’s in.
Wee! may the keel row, that my lad’s in.
Weel may the keel row, that my lad’s in.
THE BOYS OF THE IRISH BRIGADE.
What for should I sing you of Roman or Greek,
Or the boys we hear tell of in story,
Come match me for fighting, for frolic or freak,
An Irishman’s reign in bis glory.
''Or Ajax and Hector, and bold Agamemnon,
Were up to the tricks of our trade, O,
But the rollicking boys,for war, women and noise,
Are the boys of the Irish Brigade, O!