COLONEL O'SHAUGHNESSY.

See him, how he lies
Flat as any flounder!
Blow me! smoke his eyes--
Death ne'er closed eyes sounder!
Fal de ral, de ral, &c.

DELTA.

Yet he can't be dead,
For he is immortal,
And to receive his head
Earth would not ope its portal!
Fal de ral, de ral, &c.

O'DOHERTY.

Kit will never die;
That I take for _sartain_!
Death "is all my eye"--
An't it, Betty Martin?
Fal de ral, de ral, &c.

MODERN PYTHAGOREAN.

Suppose we feel his arm--
Zounds' I never felt a
Human pulse more firm: