I often thought that God made the mixer and the hod so that Paddy could know hell upon the ground..Building up and tearing England down

it wasn't his intent he got a fine head of cement..same

rifle to rifle and horse against horse...Bold Fenian men

I put my head into a cask of brandy..Peggy Gordon

when I have partaken of beans and of bacon I whistle a merry old tune of the trail..I live in Montana

oh no true love will be his guard and bring him back again..Blue bells of Scotland

and the brave keep falling to honor the names of the ones who have gone before..Leaves of grass. G. Lightfoot

so I'll work on the towboats with my slippery city shoes..Summer wages. I. Tyson

if I was a clerk and could write a fine hand..Boncloddy

in a cavern in a canyon excavating for a mine..Clementine

Trelawny he's in keep and hold Trelawny he may die here's 20,000 Cornish bold will know the reason why..Song of the Western Men

I probably have listed these on other threads..mg

and woe to he who will stop for tea with McALpine's Fusilers.