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certain destruction. Boys be steady, we are all going to 

 Heaven together; and when a woman is in question, 

 you can make no more of him than I could of a steam- 

 boat : 'tis woman he adores, and considers her smile as 

 of more value than the Pope's benediction — for her he 

 lives, for her he breathes, and for her will he heave a 

 last sigh, when feeling is on the wing, and the angel of 

 death crushes every generous passion of the heart 

 beneath the pressure of everlasting rest. 



'Tis quite enough to give Life in Ireland, I have 

 not anything to do with an Irishman's real character; 

 perhaps I have dipt too much into it, and so have lost 

 my scent — no matter — hark forward — 



Hand in hand we "11 dance around, 

 We are the boys of the Holy Ground. 



The party were not long very steady, they began to 

 dance and roll on their axis like ships in a storm ; and 

 the lights burned as blue as Old Davy upon a vessel's 

 spritsail yard. Sally Stephenson had cut some cross- 

 legged capers, and altogether was on the fancy go, when 

 she sang. 



Tune— 'Old Dibdin's.' 



Here we 're all met together, 

 From water, wind, and w^eather. 



To moisten well our clay ; 

 Before we think of jogging. 

 Pour another glass of grog in, 



To drink to the dawning of day. 



Here's my friend Shawn O'Dogherty, 

 A man of rank and property. 



And here is bold Brian Boru ; 



