...With this determination in mind, I strove to pay some attention to the merry songs and wild legends which Shamus poured forth, with a verbosity and profusion that astonished me. Ever and anon he would burst out in such snatches as-- Cush la ma chree, Did you but see, How the rogue served me? He broke my pitcher and spill'd my water, Kiss'd my wife and married my daughter. Cush la ma chree, cush la ma chree. 1844. The Old Sailor's Jolly Boat, Laden with Tales, Yarns, Scraps, Fragments, etc. Perhaps a cleaned up relative. See here: https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_old_sailor_s_jolly_boat_steered_by_M/deUDAAAAQAAJ
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