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PADDY O BLARNEY.
WRITTEN AND SUNG BY MR DIBDIN.
Is't my country you'd know, I'm an Irishman born,
And they christen'd me Paddy O Blarney,
In hay-making time I stept over one morn,
All the way from the Lakes of Kilkarney:
Turn'd my hand to whatever came in my way,
To be sure while the sun shin'd I didn't make hay.
And they christen'd me Paddy O Blarney,
In hay-making time I stept over one morn,
All the way from the Lakes of Kilkarney:
Turn'd my hand to whatever came in my way,
To be sure while the sun shin'd I didn't make hay.
SPOKEN
Well then, you know the wives and daughters
of the farmers won't, well they won't,
Have plenty of cause to remember the day,
When first they saw Paddy O Blarney.
Well then, you know the wives and daughters
of the farmers won't, well they won't,
Have plenty of cause to remember the day,
When first they saw Paddy O Blarney.
Then what does I do, the next calling I seeks,
Ah! the world for the Lakes of Kilkarney,
I cry mack'rel alive, that were caught for three weeks,
Ah! let alone Paddy O Blarney:
Then fresh gather'd strawberries so found & so sweet,
With just half a dozen a top fit to eat.
Ah! the world for the Lakes of Kilkarney,
I cry mack'rel alive, that were caught for three weeks,
Ah! let alone Paddy O Blarney:
Then fresh gather'd strawberries so found & so sweet,
With just half a dozen a top fit to eat.
SPOKEN.
Ah, madam, you need not examine them; bless
your two good looking eyes; they are full to
the bottom, paper and all"Well, I'll
trust to you, I dare say you won't cheat me,"
So I coaxes her up, and her calf makes her cheat,
Ah! fait, let alone Paddy Blarney.
Ah, madam, you need not examine them; bless
your two good looking eyes; they are full to
the bottom, paper and all"Well, I'll
trust to you, I dare say you won't cheat me,"
So I coaxes her up, and her calf makes her cheat,
Ah! fait, let alone Paddy Blarney.
Next I turn'd to a chairman and got a good job,
Ah! the world for the Lakes of Kilkarney;
I harangued at a famous election the mob,
Ah ! let alone Paddy O Blarney;
The to see how his honour and I did cajole,
He knock'd down his flats with words, and I mine with my pole.
Ah! the world for the Lakes of Kilkarney;
I harangued at a famous election the mob,
Ah ! let alone Paddy O Blarney;
The to see how his honour and I did cajole,
He knock'd down his flats with words, and I mine with my pole.
