The Shamrock; A Collection of Irish Songs, Many of Them Scarce, or Never Before Published But in a Separate State with Several Originals

The Shamrock; A Collection of Irish Songs, Many of Them Scarce, or Never Before Published But in a Separate State with Several Originals

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1830 edition. Excerpt: ...stepped to ask the advice of his second head; but by St. Patrick, a drop of the cratur had made her speechless, and so being dead into the bargain, all that could be got of her was Fhililu, bodderoo, whack, gramachree. Ned's mother being wak'd, to England he came, sir, Big with hopes of promotion, of honour, and fame, sir, Where a snug birth he got, d'ye mind, by my soul, To be partner, dear joy, with a knight of the pole. For Larry to teach him his art proving willing, Soon learnt him the changes to ring with a shilling, And that folks when not sober are easily won, Which proves that two heads, joy, are better than one. Spoken.--Och, to be sure, and they didn't carry on a roaring trade, till Larry having the misfortune to take a drop too much at the Old Bailey, poor Grogan was once more, left alone to sing Phililu, bodderoo, &c. f. Left alone, sure, O'Grogan set up for himself, Got a partner, and 'twixt them got plenty of pelf; And because he was pleas'd with a bachelor's life, Married Katty O'Doody, who made him her wife. For some time they play'd, joy, like kittens so frisky, Till Katty, och hone, took to drinking of whisky; Sold his sticks, and away with his partner did run, Proving still that two heads are much better than one. Spoken.--Och, bad luck to her, cried Grogan; to be sure I took her for better or worse, but since she has proved all worse and no better, faith, her loss makes me sing Phililu, bodderoo, &c. PADDY S DREAM. Mr grandmother Judy had oft made me wonder, Such marvellous stories of ghosts she'd relate, How they'd speak, arrah honey, much louder than thunder, Till by Jasus, d'ye see, joy, she bodder'd my pate. So the Phantasmagoria being much the same thing, sir, Like a madman to see it, I straight ran away, Where the..show more

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  • Paperback | 58 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 122g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236541030
  • 9781236541031