Subject: Pat and the Priest
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Date: 05 Mar 01 - 01:21 PM
PAT AND THE PRIEST. Air.--"Vilikens and his Dinah." Pat fell sick on a time, and he sent for the Priest,
That, dying he might have his blessing, at least,
And to come with all speed, did humbly implore him,
To fit him out right, for the journey before him. Chorus,--sing tu ral, li tu ral, li tu ral li day The good Father the summons did quickly obey,
And found Paddy, alas! in a terrible way;
Fix'd and wild were his looks, and his nose cold and blue,
And his countenance wore a cold churchyard-like hue. The good Father bid Pat to confess all his crimes,
To think of his sins, and forsake them betimes;
Or his fate else would be like other vile souls,
To be flayed and be salted, then roasted on coals! "Oh, think, my dear Pat, on that beautiful place,
Where you'll visit St. Patrick, and see his sweet face;
Tis a country, my jewel so charming and swate,
Where you'll never want praties nor brogues to your fate. 'Well well thin," says Pat, with inquisitive face,
"That country must, sure be a beautiful place,
St. Patrick, no doubt, will give us good cheer,
But d'ye think has he got any ould whiskey there?" The good Father with wonder amaze and surprise,
Clasp'd his hands, and next turned up the whites of his eyes,
"Oh, vile sinner," cayshe," can you hope to be forgiven
If you think there is carousing and drinking in Heaven "Well, well, thin," says Pat, "though I cannot help thinking,
If in Heaven they can do without eating or drinking,
(Though I don't mean to say what you tell is a Fable.)
'Twould be dacent you know to see a drop on the table." Andrews, Printer, 35 Chatham St. N.Y.
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