Hilaria. The Festive Board

by Unknown

I’m off to my grave, other fish I’ve to fry;

I forgive her, God knows, sure without any bother,

Oh, she’ll think of Pat’s thing if she gets such another.

And now, as the breath in my body’s all gone,

A word or two more, and then Paddy has done;

But yet, when I think on’t, I’ve nothing to say,

For to-morrow we’re here, and are all gone to-day.

COFFIN CLUB.

CONSTITUTIONAL DIRGE.