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Gimblet eye-sausage nose,-
Pat so sly-ogle throws,-
Leering, tittering jeering, frittering,
Sweet widow Leary!
All the sweet faces at Limerick races, &c.
When Pat had thus his fortune made,
He press'd the lips of Mrs. Leary,
And mounting straight a large cockade,
In Captains' boots struts Paddy Carey!
He grateful prais'd her shape, her back,
To others, like a dromedary;
Her eyes, that seem'd their strings to crack,
Were Cupid's darts to Captain Carey.
Nate and sweet--no alloy-
All complete love and joy,
Ranting, roaring, soft adoring,
Dear widow Leary!
All the sweet faces at Lim'rick races,
From Mullinavat to Magherafelt,
At Paddy's promotion sigh and melt.
The sowls all cry, as the groom struts by,
Och! cushlamachree, thou art lost to me!
The jolly boy! the darling boy!
The ladies' toy! the widow's joy!
Long sword girted, neat short-skirted,
Head cropt, whiskers chopp'd,
