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PATEICK'S BEAE SLAYING. 



A PARODY. 



Sing we how the mighty hunter, 

 He, the very strong man, Patrick, 

 Went to Norway at all seasons, 

 Crossed the North Sea in all weathers ; 

 Very sick was in the steamers, 

 Very cold was on the fjelds. 

 Very hot was in the valleys, 

 Very hungry, very dirty. 

 Sleeping in a reindeer skin bag, 

 SHding down the slopes in snow-shoes, 

 Sitting in hay-houses filthy, 

 Eating of the flad-brod flabby. 

 Dancing with Norwegian Piges, 

 Talking to the drengs and bonders ; 

 Walking, toihng, night and morning, 

 In the snow and in the sunshine 

 Of the great lone land o£ Norway, 

 Of that flea-infested clime. 



Three long years the mighty hunter. 

 He, the very strong man, Patrick, 

 Went to Norway in this fashion, 

 Suffered all this pain and hardship, 

 Till his friends began to mock him. 

 Till the world began to jeer him, 

 Saying, " What a fool is Patrick ! 

 Almost like an idjot seems he." 



Why did Patrick all these strange things ? 

 Why commit these wondrous follies. 

 Leaving home, and peace, and plenty, 

 Horses, hounds, and fields and woodlands. 



