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Wait ! Yer honour won't desert me, 



Sure, ye will not disconcert me ; 

 Come and talk it over, Captain, for I see you're all alive. 



Sixty ! No, then make it fifty, 



Faix, your mother made ye thrifty. 

 Done with you, then, an' be jabers I will make it forty-five. 



Sou — Id again, an' got the money, 



Tie him up now, Pat, my honey ; 

 Ask the Captain to remember ye, he'll not forget the boy. 



Faix, I'm glad we've made a deal sor, 



And it's mighty glad you'll feel sor. 

 Sure I'll tell the Lord-Lieutenant, an' he'll dance for very joy. 



