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THE COMIC SO.NGStKB.
In showers the blood flew about,
Eyes were knocked out and shoved in again,
But 1 got a sowestering clout,
That split me a-top of poor Finegan.
How long I was dead I don't know—
1 couldn’t believe I was living, sirs ;
I roused with the pain of my toes,
For they had them both tied with a ribbon sirs.
I opened my mouth for to speak.
But the sheets were put up to my chin again;
Molly roars out you know you’re awake,
You’ll be buried with Barnaby Finegan.
You lump of deception I cried—
And I thought to bounce up to knock her about
But of course, as my two toes were tied,
L was fast as a s oon in thick stirabout;
I soon got the use of my toes,
By a friend of the corpse, Larry Gilligan,
He helped me to leap into clothes.
To go spread a grass quilt o’er Finegan.
Mv she-devil came on the spree,
Full of whiskey and grief, from the berrin',
She shewed as much mercy to me,
As a hungry man shews to a herring ;
But one belly-go fister I gave her,
Which caused her to cry and to grin again,
In'three months more I opened the grave,
And threw her a top of poor Finegan.
And now that Fm single again,
I spend my time raking and battering,
I go to the fair with the men,
And i dance with the maids at the patthern.