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THE IRISH INN". 



* THE IRISH INN. 



[The following represents a conversation between the landlord of an 

 Irish Inn in the wilds of Ireland, where rough and indifferent 

 shooting can be obtained, and a sportsman, whose custom he is 

 anxious to secure as a shooting tenant.] 



Oxv game, sor ? Sure they're teeming, 

 Ye can see the feathers gleaming 

 In the sunlight when you're standing yonder by the ould 

 shebeen. 



Rabbits ? Och ! the ground is crawling, 

 It's yourself that will be falling, 

 Faix ! they run between your ankles thick as grass upon 

 the green. 



