And bid him that minute get out of the way And grinned so provoking, I couldn't help laughing at Barney O'Hea! None of your blarney, Impudent Barney O'Hea! He knew 'twas all right when he saw me smile, Impudent Barney O'Hea! He coaxed me to choose him, For if I'd refuse him He swore he'd kill Corney the very next day ; And just to save murther, I think I must marry that madcap, O'Hea! "Tis he has the blarney To make a girl Mistress O'Hea. RORY O'MORE YOUNG Rory O'More courted Kathleen bawn, "With your tricks I don't know, in troth, what I'm about; 'Indeed, then,' says Kathleen, 'don't think of the like, For I half gave a promise to soothering Mike; The ground that I walk on he loves, I'll be bound.' 'Faith,' says Rory, I'd rather love you than the ground.' 'Now, Rory, I'll cry, if you don't let me go; Sure I dream ev'ry night that I'm hating you so!' 'Arrah, Kathleen, my darlint, you've teaz'd me enough, Sure I've thrash'd, for your sake, Dinny Grimes and Jim Duff ; And I've made myself, drinking your health, quite a baste, So I think, after that, I may talk to the priest.' Then Rory, the rogue, stole his arm round her neck, So soft and so white, without freckle or speck, And he look'd in her eyes that were beaming with light, And he kiss'd her sweet lips,--don't you think he was right? 'Now, Rory, leave off, sir; you'll hug me no more; That's eight times to-day that you've kiss'd me before.' 'Then here goes another,' says he, 'to make sure, For there's luck in odd numbers,' says Rory O'More. CHARLES JAMES LEVER SCATTERED through Lever's novels are numerous songs, often as brilliant and racy as his inimitable prose. Unlike his later prose, however, which in novels like THE O'DONOGHUE and THE KNIGHT OF GWYNNE showed a power responsive to the deepening intellectual interest of his work, his verse, when he tried to be serious, rarely achieved more than sentimentality. The pieces here given seem as good as things of the kind can be. Their gay humour is irresistible, and their language and rhythm are handled by a veritable master of his craft. Lever was born in Dublin in 1806, and was the son of an English contractor. He graduated in Trinity College, Dublin, 1827, and afterwards became an M.D. of Louvain. He did much journalistic work in Dublin, besides practising successfully as a physician, and edited The Dublin University Magazinewith which so many distinguished Irish men of letters have been connected-from 1842 to 1845. He received a Consular appointment at Spezzia in 1858, and died Consul at Trieste in 1872. LARRY M'HALE OH, Larry M'Hale he had little to fear, And never could want when the crops didn't fail ; The soul of a party, the life of a feast, And an illigant song he could sing, I'll be bail; He would ride with the rector, and drink with the priest, It's little he cared for the Judge or Recorder ; His house was as big and as strong as a gaol; His ancestors were kings before Moses was born, His mother descended from great Grana Uaile: With cousins and uncles enough for a tail; And, though loaded with debt, oh the devil a thinner With a larder supplied and a cellar well stored, None lived half so well, from Fair-Head to Kinsale; As he piously said, 'I've a plentiful board, And the Lord He is good to old Larry M'Hale.' So fill up your glass, and a high bumper give him, Put his arm round her waist, 'Oh,' says he, 'you're my Molly Malone-- 'Oh,' says he, 'you're my Molly Malone!' And the widow they all thought so shy, Learn to kiss, not to sigh, For they're all like sweet Mistress Malone! Ohone! Oh! they're very like Mistress Malone! FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONY (FATHER PROUT') THE well-known scholar and wit was born in Cork in 1804, and died in Paris on May 18, 1866. He became a Jesuit priest, but concerned himself more with literature and journalism than with a religious calling. He wrote the famous 'Reliques of Father Prout' for Fraser's Magazine, and afterwards became Roman correspondent of The Daily News and Paris correspondent of The Globe. Most of his writings have been collected. The following is his nearest approach to poetry : |