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Show I POETS' CORNER. PIG IN THEPOT. "7OUNG Paddy McShane, sure no lad X could bo bolder, Coaxed Biddy McShae to be sharing his Now Pat'had a lively young pig on his shoulder, I And she on her head bore a big iron pot. From the town, just at nightfall, as home they were walking, Through a dark lonely thicket their winding path lay; Biddy sut down the pot, stopped laughing and talking, Paddy turned round and ax'd her the cause of delay. I'M "Och," said she, c,I'm afraid you'll be act- B ing uncivil, -M I'll not go alone through the thicket wid For Faddy, avick, you're as wild as the ;i divil ; j You'll be kissing and sqaziug me, that's I what you'll do.'' I "But the pig," replied Pat, "that Pvo lugg'd so securely, If loose, back to town like the divil he'll trot ; r- Och Paddy,'5 said she, as she .glanced up demurely, "Share an' couldn't ye's put the pig under un-der the pot V |