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SAINT PATRICK WAS A GENTLEMAN.
Saint Patrick was a gentleman, he came off decent
people, In Dublin town he built a church, and on it put a
steeple ; His father was a Callaghan, his mother was a Brady, His aunt was an O'Shaughnessy, and his uncle was a
Grady. Then success to bold Saint Patrick's fist, he was a
saint so clever, He gave the snakes and toads a twist, and banished
them for ever! There's not a mile in Ireland's isle, where the dirty
vermin musters, Where'er he put his dear fore-foot he murdered them
in clusters ; The toads went hop! the frogs went flop ! slap dash
into the water, And the beasts committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter.
Then success, &c. Nine hundred thousand vipers blue he charm'd with
sweet discourses, And dined on them at Killaloo, in soups and second
courses; When blind worms, crawling on the grass, disgusted
all the nation, He gave them a rise, and opend their eyes to a sense of their situation.
Then success, &c. No wonder that our Irish boys should be so free and
frisky, For Saint Patrick was the very man who first invented
No wonder that the Saint himself to taste it should be
willing, For his mother kept a sheeban shop in the town of Inniskillen!
Then success, &c. The Wicklow hills are very high, and so's the hill of
Howth, too, But there's a hill much higher still, aye, higher than
them both, too ; 'Twas on the top of this high hill, Saint Patrick
preach'd the sarment: He drove the frogs into the bogs, and bother'd all the varment !
Then success, &c.
MEET ME IN THE BOWER OF ROSES.
WHEN twilight dies o'er the distant dale,
And the glow-worm is brightly beaming,
And the moon on the blue lake is gleaming,
And there we will plight,
Shall heighten our bliss.
And the gale is with flovprets' breath teeming Like beauty in tears in the shade the rose weeps,
And the owl from her lone tower is screaming, Meet me in the bower of roses, &c.
REMEMBER me when, far away,
I journey through the world's wide waste : Remember me at early day,
Or when the evening shadows haste. When high the pensive moon appears,
And night, with all her starry train, Gives rest to human hopes and fears,
Remember, I alone complain. Remember me whene'er you sigh,
Be it at midnight's silent hour, Remember me, and think that I
Return thy sigh and feel its power.
Or when you bend the pious knee,
0, then, dear maid, remember me.
THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE.
O, THIS is no my ain lassie,
Fair though the lassie be ; O weel ken I my ain lassie,
Kind love is in her ee. I see a form, I see a face,
Ye weel may wi' the fairest place; It wants to me the witching grace, The kind love that's in her ee.
O, this is no, &c. She's bonnie, blooming, straight, and tall, And lang has had my heart in thrall ; And ay it charms my very saul, The kind love that's in her ee.
O, this is no, &c.
Wait but to whisper, “ In her bower
Thy lady's heart doth mourn ; As droops at eve the folded flower
Until the sun's return."
THE BRIDAL STAR.
His white plume o'er the mountain streams,
My heart throbs with delight,
He comes, my peerless knight.
From holy land afar ;
The banquet spread, &c.
Are breathing soft around,
His welcome home resound.
And wear my bridal star-
The banquet spread, &c.
THE DAY RETURNS.
The day returns, my bosom burns,
The blissful day we twa did meet; Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
Ne'er summer sun was half sae sweet. Than a' the pride that loads the tide,
And crosses o'er the sultry line ; Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes, Heaven
gave me more-it made thee mine. While day and night can bring delight,
Or nature aught of pleasure give; While joys above my mind can move,
For thee, and thee alone, I live! When that grim foe of life below,
Comes in between to make us part; The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss-it breaks my heart.
SWEET hope, thou art a sovereign balm
For hearts by sorrow wounded ;
É’en when by storms surrounded !
Grief's atmosphere thou cheerest,
The brighter thou appearest.
As treacherous, false, deceiving --
Thy promises believing?
And thy sweet influence cherish;
Nor quit thee till I perish.
I'M A TOUGH, TRUE HEARTED SAILOR.
I'm a tough, true-hearted sailor,
Careless and all that, d'ye see,
What is time or tide to me?