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1. The Beaus of Whitehall (continued)

   

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   There is not in this whole Irish nation
   From Cork up to far Donegal,
   As least in their own estimation,
   Such swells as the Beaus of Whitehall.
   II
   There is some who are bow-legged and bandy
   And others who knocks at their knees,
   And the third is a dashing find dandy,
   That goes to all parties and sprees.
   The fourth has a fine big mustache
   And the fifth has no rib at all,
   And they all think themselves are find dashers,
   And loved by the bells of Whitehall.
   III
   They oil their hair well upon Sundays,
   And give a bright shine to their boots,
   They all dress like gents on that one day
   Whatever their daily persuits
   Then off to the chapel they swagger,
   The cailín's soft hearts to enthrall,
   And as they say for a bragger
   As every young beau of Whitehall.

   

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Josephine Flanagan

   Gender

   Female

   Informant

   Patrick Flanagan

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Whitehall, Co. Westmeath