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TIZZY;

OR JUDICIOUS PRECAUTION.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Col'nel Patrick O'Blarney, as honest a Teague
As ever took snuff to repel pest or plague,
Having got a French Snuff-box of papier machée,
Which to open requir'd much pains, do you see,
Always kept a bent Sixpence at hand in his pocket,
And call'd it his Key by the which to unlock it:
As, by niggling and wedging it under the lid,
He came at his Rappee, which was under it hid.
But one day, when he wanted a pinch for a friend,
He search'd for his Tester, but all to no end,
Till at last 'twixt the pocket and lining he found it?
When in rage he cried, “Arrah, the Devil confound it;
“I'll engage you don't serve me the same trick again,
“For to make me be after thus hunting in vain—”
So op'ning the lid by the help of the Tizzy,
And feaking his nose till his noddle grew dizzy,
He chuck'd in the coin, and exclaim'd, with a shrugg,
While right went the rim down, “So there you lie snug!
“And, my hide-and-seek friend, I beg leave to remind ye,
“That the next time I want ye I'll know where to find ye.”