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JERRY MAHONEY'S (K. O. S. P.) PATRICK'S DAY.

In that whole great prochession did ride.

And swate Biddy Murphy who saw us, -

And troth! she's a darlint, is she! -

Towld me cousin that Jerry Mahoney

Was an ilegant K. O. S. P.

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We shtarted, the bands was all playin',

The min at the College hurrahed;

And the horses was prancin' and neighin',

But gorra! the saddle was hard.

How they cheered us, and we proudly trampin',

I' faix! 't was shuparior sport;

And the ribbons and handkerchiefs flyin'

Of ivry swate gurl in "The Port."

Thin over the bridge to the city,

Wid the wind piercing shtraight through me bones;

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