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THE COMIC SONGSTER.
He cried out. Blood and thunder,
Do you take me for a joker,
Do you think I’d come into your house,
And stale your durty Poker,
Your nasty kitchen Poker:
Do you think I’d come into your bouse,
And stale your durty Poker.
Then Pat swore by the Hill o’ Howth,
And by the Holy Fathers, too.
By all the ghosts in yon churchyard,
If they were gather’d in a crew.
Bass be unto the widow.
Do you take me for a joker,
Do you think I’d come to your fireside
And stale your durtv Poker,
Your nasty, clatty Poker ;
Do you think an Irish jintleman
Would stale your durty Poker.
But all that he could say or do,
Had no effect upon her ;
At length, says she, “ Now, Pat will you
Declare upon your honour!’’
Arrah! Paddy, stared and started bark.
His hand behind his cloaker,
*• Touch my honour, touch my life,
There’s your durty Poker!
Your nasty, filthy Poker ;
Touch my honour, touch my life,
Take your durty Poker.”