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So marriage turn'd out the best noose of the two,
The old soul's gone to heav'n, I'm as rich as a Jew.
The old soul's gone to heav'n, I'm as rich as a Jew.
SPEAKING.
So that if any Jolyman has an occasion for a
Friend, or a Lady for a Lover, or, in short,
if any body should want to be disencumber'd
of the uneasiness of a wife or a daughter, or
a parse of any such kind and civil service,
that can be perform'd by a gentleman at large
that has nothing to do,
Let me recommend Paddy O Blarney.
So that if any Jolyman has an occasion for a
Friend, or a Lady for a Lover, or, in short,
if any body should want to be disencumber'd
of the uneasiness of a wife or a daughter, or
a parse of any such kind and civil service,
that can be perform'd by a gentleman at large
that has nothing to do,
Let me recommend Paddy O Blarney.
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DAVY JONES'S LOCKER.
When last honest Jack, of whose fate I now sing,
weigh'd anchor and cast out for sea,
For he ne'er refus'd for his country and King
to fight, for no lubber was he;
To hand, reef & steer, & house every thing tight,
full well did he know every inch,
Tho' the toplifts of sailors the tempest should smite,
Jack never was known for to flinch.
weigh'd anchor and cast out for sea,
For he ne'er refus'd for his country and King
to fight, for no lubber was he;
To hand, reef & steer, & house every thing tight,
full well did he know every inch,
Tho' the toplifts of sailors the tempest should smite,
Jack never was known for to flinch.
CHORUS.
Tho' the toplifts of sailors the tempest should smite,
Jack never was known for to flinch.
Tho' the toplifts of sailors the tempest should smite,
Jack never was known for to flinch.
Aloft from the mast head one day he espy'd
seven sail, which appear'd to his view,
Clear the decks, spunge the guns, was instantly cry'd,
and each to his station then flew;
And fought until many a noble was slain,
and silenced was every gun,
'Twas then that old English valour was vain,
for by numbers, alas! they're undone.
Chor. 'Twas then that old English valour was vain,
for by numbers, alas! they're undone.
seven sail, which appear'd to his view,
Clear the decks, spunge the guns, was instantly cry'd,
and each to his station then flew;
And fought until many a noble was slain,
and silenced was every gun,
'Twas then that old English valour was vain,
for by numbers, alas! they're undone.
Chor. 'Twas then that old English valour was vain,
for by numbers, alas! they're undone.
