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Both morning and night she was always my plague,
Faith 'tis time then, says'!, for to leave off intrigue;
So from Cork I set sail, in a d — d open boat,
With some cash in my pocket, two shirts, and a coat.
We sailed so plagued slow, that a big storm over-
took us. To be sure I didn't swallow a little of
the sea broth : but the worst of my misfortunes
was, when I landed, there was Molly M'Gree !
and she put into my arms a great ugly squalling
brat, with a head as big as a bushel of potatoes.
What's this ? says I. "lis your own Teddy, says
she, and as like ye as two peas. Teddy be d — 'd,
says I ; take it away, woman ; I tell ye I don't
know any thing at all of the matter. *-
Then, to end my intriguing, I went off to sea,
And bid a good morning to Molly M'Gree.
The Prophets.
In the tenth book of Job, which I now mean to
quote,
At the third and fourth verses you'll find it thus
wrote :
Old Moses invited some prophets to dine,
And drink a few bottles of goosberry wine.
Derry down, down, down, derry down.
Then Moses was plac'd in the chair in a trice.
And Aaron, his crony, deputed his vice;

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