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Th' ball want a cowlee, th' gazb mate all rize 

 Licke a mope an a mele; he gazt ing a mire. 

 Than flalket, an gandelt, w'ie o ! an gridane 

 Our joys all ee fmort, ing a emothee knaghane. 



Ha-ho ! be me coflies, th'afl ee pait it, co Jone 

 You're w' tliee crookeen, an ye me thee hone. 

 He it noutli fade t'zey, llean vetch ee man, 

 Twilh thee an Tommeen, an ee emothee knaghane. 



Come w' ous gofp Learry, theezil and Melchere ; 

 Outh o'me hone ch'viU no part wi Wathere. 

 Jowane got leigheen, fhe pleaft ame all, fowe — 

 Sh' ya ame zim to doone, as w' be doone nowe i 

 Zo blefs all ovire frends, an God zpeed ee plowe.. 



