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A NEW SONG CALLED TIM CAMBEL. My name is Tim Csmbel i lived in Ardgile : This nation i travelled for many a mile — Thro’ England & Ireland & Scotland also And the name i go by is old Erin go Bragh. As i was walking up Liverpool Street A saucy Policeman i chanced for to meet He looked in my face & gave me some Jaw Saying when came you over from Erin go Bragh. 1 know youra Paddy by the cut of your hair Ye all turn Scotchmen when ye come here | Ye quit your country for breaking the law And you area bold stragler from Erin ge Mg Bragh. en ' as " Indeed fm noPaddy tho’ inlreland bad ben Many a fine heroin Ireland ’veseen —— Only for that paddle you hold in your paw ‘I'd make you remember eld Erin go Bragh _A sprig of blackthorn i held in my fist Around his big body i made it to twist The blood from his napper i quickly did draw : ah) 1 showed him a game of old Erin go Bragh. . They gathered around me like a flock of 3 wild geese "7 : Saying be dad irish Paddy you have killed our Police nce Pm sure if be had one friend 1m he had twa 1 month in confinement for Erin go Bragh. There does a clear river run thro’ the forh ! took up my alls and i took to the road England's Policemen & Scotchwen & all. ‘To the d—tL1 pitch ye said Krin ge Bragh. Trinity College Library Dublin
