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(_Echo of an old song_)
SITTING on the bridge / Past the barracks, town and ridge, / At once the spirit seized us / To sing a song that pleased us- / As "The Fifth" were much in rumour; / It was "Whilst I'm in the humour, / Take me, Paddy, will you now? " / And a lancer soon drew nigh, / And his Royal Irish eye / Said, "Willing, faith, am I, / O, to take you anyhow, dears, / To take you anyhow."