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A foot-race. [graphic]

The Harp of Erin

Bridget, sometimes, at the glass.

Be aisy now, darlints, be aisy, I say.

Irishman.

An! biddy, dear, do cease to scrub.

Irish Woman.

Beauty of Ireland.

Irish Woman.

Mrs. O'Toole- Give it to im Mickey, t'was for de loikes of sich as him, yer fayther got kilt in the war [graphic].

An Irishman.

Arrah, Patrick, my boy, now, and where are you jigging?