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‹‹‹ prev (225) Page 217Page 217Dear Judy

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The man that wont feel for another,
Is just like a colt on the moor,
He lives without knowing a brother
To frighten bad luck from his door.
But he that's kind-hearted and steady,
Tho' wintry misfortune should come,
He'll still find some friend who is ready,
To scare the old witch from his home,
Success to old Ireland for ever !
'Tis just the dear land to my mind,
Her lads are warm-hearted and clever,
Her girls are all handsome and kind ;
And he that her name would bespatter,
By wishing the French safely o'er,
May the de'il blow him over the water,
And make him cook frogs for the core,

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