With your lather and shave, &c.
Not long after that Pat was passing the door,
When a jackass he set up a terrible roar;
“Och murther,” says Paddy, “jist list to yon knave,
He’s given some poor divil a ’love o’ God shave.’”
With his lather and shave, &c.
Few Days.
This world is coming to an end, few days—few days
I’ll crack my shins, my jacket rend—I’m gwine home!