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Nimble footed, black ey'd, rosy

cheek'd, Curly-headed Paddy Carey ! Ogh, sweet Paddy, beautiful Paddy

nate little, tight little Paddy Carey His heart was made of Irish oak, Yet soft as streams from sweet Kil

larney, His tongue was tipt with a bit of the

brogue, But the deuce a bit at all of the

blarney! Now Sergeant Snap, so sly and keen, While Pat was coaxing duck-legg'd

Mary, A shilling slipt so neat and clean, By the powers he listed Paddy Carey!

Tight and sound, strong and light,

Cheeks so round, eyes so bright, Whistling, humming, drinking, drum

Light, tight and airy.

All the sweet faces, &c The sowls wept loud, the crowd was

great, When waddling forth came widow


Tho' she was crippled in her gait,
Her brawny arms clasp'd Paddy

Ogh! Pat, she cried, go buy the ring,

Here's cash galore my darling honey, Says Pat, you sowl, I'll do that thing, And clapt his thumb upon her

Gimlet eye, sausage nose,

Pat so sly, ogle throws,
Leering, titt'ring, jeering, fritt'ring,
Sweet widow Leary.

All the sweet faces, &c

When Pat had thus his fortune made,

He press'd the lips of mistress Leary, And mounting straight a large cockade,

In captain's boots struts Paddy Carey! He grateful prais'd her shape, her back,

To others like a dromedary; Her eyes, that seem'd their strings to

crack Were Cupid's darts to Captain Carey

Neat and sweet—no alloy,

All complete--love and joy, Ranting, roaring, soft, adoring,

Dear widow Leary!

All the sweet faces at Limerick races,
From Mullinavat to Magherafelt,
At Paddy's promotion sigh and melt,
The sowls all cry, as the grooni

struts by,
“Ogh, Cushlamachree, thou art lost

to me!"
The jolly boy! the darling boy!

The ladies' toy! the widow's joy' Long sword girted-neat short skirted

head cropt—whisker chopp'd,

Captain Carey ! 0! sweet Paddy!

Beautiful Paddy! White feather'd-boot leather'd-

Paddy Carey.


Gentle Zitella, whither away?
Love's ritornella, list while I play


No, I have lingered too long on my road, Night is advancing, the brigand's abroad Lonely Zitella has too much to fear; Love's ritornella she may not hear


Charming Zitella, why shouldst thou

care, Night is not darker than thy raven

hair! And those bright eyes, if the brigand

should see,

Thou art the robber, the captive is he'

Gentle Zitella, banish thy fear,
Love's ritornella, tarry and hear


Simple Zitella, beware, ah beware!
List ye no ditty, grant ye no prayer


To your light footsteps let terror add

wings ! 'Tis Massaroni himself who now sings !

Gentle Zitella, banish thy fear!
Love's ritornella, tarry and hear!


Tell me the tales that to me were so


Long, long a-go, long, long a-go, Sing me the songs I delighted to hear

Long, long a-go, long a-go.

Now you are come, all my grief is ro

moved, Let me forget that so long you have

rov'd, Let me believe that you love as you


Long, long a-go, long a-go.

Do you remember the path where we


Long, long a-go, long, long a-go? Ah, yes, you told me you ne'er would


Long, long a-go, long a-go. Then to all others my smile you pre

ferred, Love when you spoke gave a charm to

each word, Still my heart treasures the praises I


Long, long a-go, long a-go.

Tho' by your kindness my fond hopes

were rais'd,

Long, long a-go, long, long a-go. You, by more eloquent lips have been


Long, long a-go, long a-go

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