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There’s nothing here that's venomous,
But all of pure innocence,
The air is clear and wholesome,
And girls full of merriment.
For wit and good behaviour,
Few nations can with it withstand,
They are the flower pf Europe,
The pretty girls of Paddy's land.

The people now of Ireland,
They are all of an open mind ;
And likewise to the strangers,
They also are very kind ;
They never will degrade them,
But soon will lend them help in hand.
And who can contradict them,
That ever was in Paddy's land.

Oh ! come now my brave boys,
Since free trading we have got,
We disregard the Spaniards,
French, or haughty Dutch ;
And if they do oppose us,
We surely will them countermand,
And we'll make them smell the oak, my boys,
A plant that grows in Paddy's land.

It's come now my brave boys,
Push about the funny quart,