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FJ.781.069
26 Dec 1781:41 (36)
(From a late Irish paper.)
PADDY'S ADDRESS TO JOHN BULL, A NEW BALLAD.
Tune, Larry Grogan.
By you leave, gossip John;
By my faith, it is so long
Since we've play'd you a lilt, the same key on, same key
on;
Don't turn a deaf ear,
Since our harp wants repair,
Faith, we've got other music to play on, to play on.
Sixty thousand bold boys
Have contriv'd such a noise,
As now charms the ears of gay France, sir, gay France,
sir.
Nay, some folks go further,
(I hope 'tis no murder)
To say it would make a King dance, sir, King dance, sir.
. . . [3 more verses]
But make me your friend,
And let all squabbles end,
My old heart will be light as a feather, a feather;
While our joyful hearts sing,
And drink healths to the King,
Oagh, we'll dance bolthyourgh together, together.
But remember the drum,
And take care how you hum,
For, we teagues are damn'd nice in our booze, sir, booze,
sir;
We'll make friends, or fight,
Just as we see right;
So I leave you at leisure to chuse, sir, to chuse, sir.
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