THE GROVES OF BLARNEY.-Continued. And if a lady Would be so engaging Those shady bowers, For 'tis there's a cave where No daylight enters, Are for ever bred; Being mossed by nature, For to guard the flood. There's statues gracing And nymphs so fair: In the open air! I would make it shine. Will have the hand-or toe, From a bowld sojer boy! There's not a town we march through, The ranks to find their joy; While up the street, Each girl you meet, Will cry Oh! isn't he a darling the bowld sojer boy!" But when we get the route, And they shout, While to the right about Goes the bowld sojer boy! 'Tis then that ladies fair, Tear their hair, But the div'l a one I care, Says the bowld sojer boy; For the world is all before us, But chalk us up with joy ; "Oh! that's the chap For me, Says she, Oh, isnt he a darling-the bowld sojer boy." THE BOWLD SOJER BOY.-Continued. Then come along with me, And you'll see How happy you will be With your bowld sojer boy; Faith, if you're up to fun, With me run, 'Twill be done And 'tis then that without scandal In the snapping of a gun, Says the bowld sojer boy; Of our mutual flame, my joy; Myself will proudly dandle The little farthing candle May his light shine. As bright as mine, He'll blaze And raise The glory of his cause, like a bowld sojer boy' THE BANKS OF BANNA. Rt. Hon. GEORGE OGLE. SHEPHERDS, I have lost my love, Never shall I see them more Until her returning; From gladness chang'd to mourning. Ah! woe for me, perhaps she's gone, BARNEY BRALLAGHAN'S COURTSHIP. 'Twas on a windy night, At two o'clock in the morning, An Irish lad so tight, All wind and weather scorning, At Judy Callaghan's door, Sitting upon the pailings, And this was part of his wailings- You'll have Mister Brallaghan, Charming Judy Callaghan. Oh, list to what I say, Charms you've got like Venus; Own your love you may, There's only the wall between us You lie fast asleep, Snug in bed and snoring, Round the house I creep, Your hard heart imploring. Only say, &c. I've got nine pigs and a sow, And got a cabin to sleep in ; An old grey mare to ride on, Saddle and bridle to boot, Which you may ride astride on. I've got an old Tom cat, Only say, &c. Thro' one eye he's staring; I've got a Sunday hat, Little the worse for wearing; Which only wants a piper. BARNEY BRALLAGHAN'S COURTSHIP.- Continued. I've got an acre of ground, I've got of backey a pound And got some tay for the ladies ; I've got the ring to wed, Some whiskey to make us gaily, And handsome new shillelah. Only say, &c. You've got a charming eye, You've got some spelling and reading; A taste for genteel breeding; You've got a dacent tongue, For a wife till death Only say, &c. I am willing to take ye But, och, I waste my breath, The devil himself can't wake ye! 'Tis just beginning to rain, So I'll get under cover; I'll come to-morrow again, And be your constant lover. Only say, &c. DEAR LAND. When comes the day all hearts to weigh, Shall we forget the sacred debt We owe our mother isle? My native heath is brown beneath, My native waters, blue; But crimson red o'er both shall spread, Ere I am false to you, Dear land Ere I am false to you. |