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When I walk'd forth again, I no powder wou'd have,
Determin'd from kicks my sweet person to save;
But, another mad set, 'cause my hair was so brown,
For a democrat d---d me, and then knock'd me down.

(Speaking).
And there I lay, sure enough, as stiff as a poker.—“Arrah! Paddy, says they, “are you dead?”—No, my jewel, says I, I'm not dead, but I'm speechless—Then, I sung,

bally namona, &c.