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The Irish Jaunting Car.
"It's Cupid's own conveyance - in the Well amoungst the hay,
The little rogue conceals himself to hear what sweethearts say.
And, oh! the blarney that he hears, sure my tongue can't repeat.
It's enough to smash the car and knock the driver from his seat.
Revised April 20, 1998