Your spark from Dublin up, I'll soon be doubling up in

town!

If, Pat, you would divine the cause, behold this nymph

divine;

You 've won the hand of Betsy Brown, now try a taste

of mine!”

The Corp'ral laid a bet he'd beat, but Betsy held her rib—

“Be aisy, daisy I—Lying lout! we'll see which best can

fib!

A trick worth two I'll shew you, by St. Patrick, merry