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I COMIC SONGSTER.
‘29
BARNABY FJNKGAN.
I'm a decent gay labouring youth,
I was reared in the town of Dunshauglin,
I ma widower now in Maynooth,
Since I buried sweet Molly M‘Lougblin ;
I married but once in my life,
But I’ll never commit such a sin again—
I discovered, when she was my wife,
She was fond of one Barnaby Fiuegan.
His father bad cabins of mud,
That I often went to admire,—
They were built at the time of the flood
To keep all his ancestors drier.
When be found 1 had Molly bespoke,
He was getting quite fat, but got thin again,
In the struggle his gizzard he broke.
And we’d a stiff of poor Barnaby Finegan.
His corpse for convenience was put
Among all his friends, in the barn, sir ;
Some travelled there upon foot,
While others came mounted on garroons, sir,
My wife for his loss cried and sobb’d,
Though I put her out twice she got in again,
But I gave her a boult in the gob,
For which I was attacked by the Finegans.
The bed and the corpse was upset—
The fighting commenced in a minute, sure,
But the devil a stick could they get,
TUI they broke all the legs of the furniture.