Father Prout ( 2 of 2 )
 There is a stone there,
 That whoever kisses,
  Oh! he never misses
   To grow read more 
 There is a stone there,
 That whoever kisses,
  Oh! he never misses
   To grow eloquent.
    'Tis he may clamber
     To a lady's chamber
      Or become a member
       Of Parliament. 
 With deep affection
 And recollection
  I often think of
   Those Shandon bells,
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 With deep affection
 And recollection
  I often think of
   Those Shandon bells,
    Whose sounds so wild would,
     In the days of childhood,
      Fling round my cradle
       Their magic spells.