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The Irishman is never quite

Contented with his little lot;

He's ever thirsting for a fight,

A grievance he has always got;

And all his energy is bent

On trying not to pay his rent.

He lives upon a frugal fare

(The few potatoes that he digs),

And hospitably loves to share

His bedroom with his wife and pigs;

But cannot settle even here,

And gets evicted once a year.

In order to amuse himself,

At any time when things are slack,

He takes his gun down from the shelf

And shoots a landlord in the back;

If he is lucky in the chase,

He may contrive to bag a brace.

Procure a grievance and a gun

And you can have no end of fun.