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Where flowery praties grow; or, Dennis Carney

(20) Where flowery praties grow; or, Dennis Carney



                   GROW ;




     Sung by Arthur Young, the Versatile Irish
Entertainer, with Immense success throughout
               Great Britain and Ireland.

BEHOLD! a happy Irish gent,
With heart so gay and light,
Your smiling faces gives me joy,
To sing to you each night;
It's all about my native land,                   
I'm going to let you know,
It's where good whiskey is distilled,
And flowery Praties grow.


I come from sweet Killarney, by the
lake side,
Where the pretty little ducks and the
drakes slide;
M name is Dennis Carney, from the
of Killarney,
In the land where the flowery Praties

I don't believe in rioting,
Or kicking up a noise.
I believe in a harmless joke.
Among the girls and boys;
The call me merry Dennis—
And the reason is you know,
I banish care in Ireland.
Where the flowery Praties grow.

long to see the Irish boys,
From care and trouble free,
In harmony with everyone,
Who cares for Unity;
Then happily and pleasantly,
The time would ever flow,
And all the world respect the land,
Where flowery Praties grow.

It's myself that's got the money,
And I only think it fair,
To take a sleeping partner,
My heart and home to share;
If I can find a lady fair
Who back with me will go,
I'll do the grand in Paddy's land,
Where flowery Praties.


            OR ELSE YOU'LL


 Written and Compsed by G. W. Hunt
Sung by LEYBOURNE, the Lion Comic
   Music at HOEPOOD & CREW'S.

IF you perceive my bosom heave,
'Tis caused by proud delight,
For I'm a very different man,
To what I was last night ;
For some time in my house a nurse,
Has air d her awkward charms,
But I'm glad to say this morning, I
Found something in her arms.

Spoken—When I enquired as innocently as
possible 'Lor nurse, whatever have you got
there?" she said "Hush h-h-h !"


Don't make a noise, or else you'll wake the
Don't make a noise or else you'll wake
the child,
Don't make a row, or you'll disturb the
infant,                         shall go wild.
I feel so awfully awfully jolly I think I

As soon as e'er the news was told,
In every neighbour comes,
Some said | What a splendid child!"
Others "Bless its gums!"
My feelings were so glorious,
Describe them no one can!
And the ladies seemed to look on me,
As a very clever man.

Spoken. — They said " Mister Snooks you ought
to feel thankful, Sir,'' I said" I do, I do, I do!"
then they said " Oh Sir, you ought to be
proud" I said " I am, I am, I am ! ' and then
they all said " Hush-h-h-h! "

On the day I married so was " Jones,"
Who said quite on the sly,
" Who'll be a happy father first,
I wonder, you or I?"
Jones always thinks he's number one.
To-day that bliss is mine,
So When we meet I'll have some fun,
And crack a bottle of wine!

Spoken.—And drink the darlings health, and
with a look full of meaning I shall observe to
Jones ' Hush !"

With a parents fond affection now,
I feel all of a glow,
But what to name the lovely babe,
I don't exactly know ;
I'd like to call him something grand,
And worthy of a " Snooks,''
And when he's christened you must come,
And see how nice he looks.

Spoken.—O you must come and see baby yon
shall have a " private view " and we're going
have him weigh'd! so do come but mind.
Hush-hh-h !


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