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THE SKY-LARK. 205
I went to confess me to Father O'Flannagan,
Told him my case — made an end — then began again,
Father, says I, make me soon my own man again,
If you find out what I ail.
Dear, dear, says he, what can the matter be?
Och, blood and 'ounds, can you tell what the matter
be?
Both cried, What can the matter be?
Bother'd from head to the tail.
Soon I fell sick — I did bellow and curse again,
Norah toak pity to see me at nurse a°'ain,
Gave me a kiss; och, zounds! that threw me worse
again !
Well she knew what I did ail.
But, dear, dear, says she, what can the matter be?
Och, blood and 'ounds, what can the matter be?
Och, gramachree, what can the matter be?
Bother'd from head to the tail.
'Tis long ago now since I left Tipperary,
How strange, growing older, our nature should vary!
All symptoms are gone of my ancient quandary,
I cannot tell now what 1 ail.
But dear, dear, what can the matter be?
Och, blood and 'ounds, what can the matter be?
Och, gramachree, what can the matter be?
Bother'd from head to the tail.
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