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Yalloe sticks 'n burnin' eyes a' frosty ken all hale
Lost in bricks a tossed at neighbors
Finerty yer gone ta hell
'n back to seaward golimores half fraid ta speak a'tall
The froth all green 'n slippery
Man afore the fall
Shining sallow beaks of greedy blast the apple 'n the snake
As a test it had its drawbacks
Goshen gone 'n fell
Lashin' victims for the crime of havin' nothin' more ta tell
The sky all blue 'n wintry
Women in the dell
Give yer passion to the feast of fallen saints o deary do
Grinnin' sacrilegious angels
Donal Cam o'Sully you
If not at Kinsale when or where to give the beast his brew
The ground all black and lumpy
The devil gets his due
