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His darling hoard the miser views,
misses from friends decamp,
And many a statesman mischief brews
to his country o’er his lamp;
So father and I, d'ye take me right,
are just on the fame lay,
I bare-fac’d sinners light by night,
and he false faints by day,
So father and I, d’ye take me right, &c.
SWEET JEAN OF TYRONE.
MY father often told me,
He never would controul me.
But make me a draper it I staid at home,
But I took a notion,
Of a higher promotion,
To try other parts than the county of Tyrone.
It was not in variance,
That I left my parents,
As little they knew the road I had gone;
But I thank my instructor,
And kindly conductor, (rone.
Who landed me safe from the county of Ty-
When I travelled to Newry,
Where l fell a courting,
A courting a girl for a wife of my own,
But when I came to her,
She would not endure me, (Tyrone.
She told me I was married in the county of
