“On the edge of a bog, on a splendid estate”
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Line 4. To bit the ould nose off McCarthy.An' when he'd go out, to a market or fair
His big brawny chest was exposed to the air.
Sorra cravat he ever could wear.
'Twould smother ould Paddy McCarthy.chorus 3 lines as before
Line 4. Twould smother ould Paddy McCarthy.One night at a wake he got drunk as a beast
And who should he meet but his own Parish Priest
"Well Paddy,"says he "youll be damned now at least"
"Ill be damned, if I will, says Mc Carthy.
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