IRish so?q?s, 91 As g?ly as a badger,'is bald as a Turk, liras Father O'Lifl'erty, priest of our kirk, That's famed Carrickfergus, good luck ?o the place! In preaching he was sure of mighty great note, In love.he was frisky and wild as a goat; My mother was frail, and the priest, people said, Put an ugly big horn on my dad's handsome head, And thus stole the making my beautiful face. I remember the very first day I was ? born, Was at night? as I'm told, just at breaking of morn, Och! the whiskey-punch smiled from a brown earthen jug! ? And sure I'm a man now of mighty h/gh birth, �FoF I first in a gsxret drew breath on this earth, WheFe our neat feather-bed was some ?traw, to be sure, Th&l was neatly sh?ked up and spree! down on the floor; Thus popt in?o the world my sweet good-looking Then my mother, impatient to get me a name, Straight sent for the priest, and, faith, straight the priest came, With his bandy-bent legs and his crooked hunch- back! 8?id my mother, there's whiskey, sir, take a small sup; Cri?d? the priest, ' faith I will,' and he drank the quart With the whiskey half-mu?ed, and the smoke took, Taking me in his arms?, he took out his big book, And he christened me Murphy M'Clahan in a cr?ck. ?id the priest, ' ?ow the christening ia ?ione 'tie ?11 o'ar, Only just now I'll tak to;t ? ? of names
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