SOq(S. 1 1 1 And the dull hours so merrily passes, When we can't catch the pig for the Kre. a? on his ta?/. But the best joke of all, and it's joy past expremin?, E'en the tho, ught of it now makes me burn with de= light, ls ?helah's soft lips, when I give her a blessing, While we roll in the hay on a sunshiny night. lqow what, &c. IRISH PROVIDENCE. TvNr?--' $pr/g of $h*ellelagh. ' My darling says Pat, to his spouse on his lap, At this present moment we're not worth a rap, With our faces so lean, and our duds on our backs, Our cow and pig,.my dear 1N'orah, are dead, lqot a single potstoe is left us for bread, The science of ploughing my father taught me, So I'll e'en try the water and*plough salt sea-- With my jill, sing Jack, sing Bi?io whack. Says Norah, when you're on the ocean, my life, Burn Providence 1hen will take care of your wife, For no babies have we, not a Jill nor a Jack;-- But when Pat was away, what did Providence do?- Made the Squire build for l?orah a cabin quite new; He furnished it gaily, to dry 'up her tears, And he peopled it too in the space of th?ee years,- With his Jill,. sin K Jack, sing Biblio whack. But when Paddy return'd how.it gladdened his h?art, To see his dear lN?orah so fine and so smart, With her rinks in her ears anti her silks on her back, And who furnished for you this cabin, says Pat? rI'was Providence, says Norah? himself that did that; Then Providence, Pat cried, as looking around,
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