A collection of comic songs written, Compil'd, Etch'd and Engrav'd, by J. Robertson; and sung by him At the theatres Nottingham, Derby, Stamford, Halifax, Chesterfield, and Redford |
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See Paddy from Cork, fight the best of 'em,
Shelaly's the word—whilst they sigh again;
Bad luck to the whole—and as for the rest of 'em,
To fight 'em wou'd prove all my eye again:
Shou'd we conquer, success to our capers,
But shou'd you be kill, with what pride again
You'll see your own name in the papers,
And read how like soldiers you died again.
Shelaly's the word—whilst they sigh again;
Bad luck to the whole—and as for the rest of 'em,
To fight 'em wou'd prove all my eye again:
Shou'd we conquer, success to our capers,
But shou'd you be kill, with what pride again
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And read how like soldiers you died again.
(Speaking).
For my own part I understand French perfectly well, provided
it's spoken in Irish; and when I was abroad, I chalenged a french corporal
to play at back sword with me, and I gave him a lick, and knock'd off his
head; and by the hokey, he never missd it 'till he went to put on his nightcap:
and that's the way I intend to sarve every mother's son of 'em. Then,
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