Gow's Fareweel to Whiskey/Paddy Abdallah's Legacy
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PADDY ABDALLAH’S LEGACY.
My father he left me a snug little cot,Which by one trifling accident I never got;For dying without his will having been madeNot a legacy in it ever was paid! Foorallallo, O hone! gramachree, whack.
’Twas a neat little cot, built with weather-boa stout,Which kept every thing else but the weath clean out; Had a pig-sty for poultry without any door,It was two stories high, and both on the ground floor.Foorallalloo, &c.
A beautiful garden with weeds overrun,And an elegant fish-pond dried up by the sun;Then the house stood convenient enough, you may say,Next door to the whiskey-shop over the way.Foorallalloo, &c.
’Twas a freehold estate, heir-at-law was myself,So to law went about it, of course with an elf,Gain’d the cause, but to try it so long time requir’d, The freehold I lost, ’cause the lease had expir’d.Foorallalloo, &c.