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SONGSTER. 95
Their pretty little fingers, too, bedizzcn'd out with
rings.
Chit chat, &c
Almost up to their shoulders, are their small-clothes
fix'd with strings.
Chit, chat, &c.
Their boots with military heels, and boot-tops nearly
white.
At dances, fights, and races, they place their whole
deUght
And with gaming, and with rioting they turn the day
to night.
Chit, chat, &c.
These pretty dashing gentlemen, when they have loct
their all.
Hum, dum, &c.
Their credit's gone—too late they find, their prid«
must have a faU,
Hum, dum, &c.
Perhaps a tender, loving wife, and pretty children
dear.
Reflection strikes that poverty's approaching very near,
With a pretty little popgun, they end their Ufe'?
career,
Hum, dum, &c.
Tlie £:xile o£ Frin.
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin ;
The dew on his thin robe hung heavy and chill
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairin }
To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill:
But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion.
For it rose on his own native isle of the ocean.
Where once in the glow of his youthful emotion,
He sang the bold anthem of Erin go Bragh !
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