Thus nerv'd, the thunder of their arms, Would teach aspiring foes, How vain the power that defies The bonnie English rose. The bonnie English rose, The bonnie English rose, How vain the power that defies The bonnie English rose. HARK, THE BONNIE CHRIST CHURCH BELLS HARK, the bonnie Christ Church bells, Hark, the first and second bell, That every day at four and ten, Cries, come, come, come, come, come to prayers, Tingle, tingle, ting, goes the small bell at nine, But there's ne'er a man will leave his can THE BOYS OF KILKENNY. OH! the boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring blades, And if ever they meet with the nice little maids, They'll kiss them, and coax them, and spend their money free, And of all towns in Ireland, Kilkenny for me. And of all towns, &c. In the town of Kilkenny there runs a clear stream, In the town of Kilkenny there lives a pretty dame, Her cheeks are like roses, her lips much the same, Her eyes are as black as Kilkenny's black coal, Kilkenny's a pretty town, and shines where it stands, THE DEAREST, SWEETEST SPOT IS HOME. I'VE wandered through that Indian land, The gaudy plants of tropic skies, Though bright the tints in which they bloom, One wild rose of my native vale, The jessamine round my cottage twined, TIME CANNOT CHANGE MY LOVE. TIME cannot change any love for thee; And when, at last, we're doomed to lay, They'll shed their trembling leaves on mine. THE CORK LEG. A TALE I tell now without any flam, The richest merchant in Rotterdam. Ri too ral, loo ral, &c. One day he had stuff'd till full as an egg, But he kicked him out without broaching a keg, Ri too ral, loo ral, &c. A surgeon, the first in his vocation, Ri too ral, loo ral, &c. Said Mynheer, when he'd done his work, But upon crutches I'll never stalk, Ri too ral, loo ral, &c. An artist in Rotterdam 'twould seem, The springs a compound of clock-work and steam. Ri too ral, loo ral, &c. The leg was made and fitted right, Ri too ral, loo ral, &c. He walked through squares, and past each shop, Of speed he went to the very top; Each step he took with a bound and a hop, And he found his leg he couldn't stop. Ri too ral, loo ral, &c. Horror and fright were in his face, The neighbours thought he was running a race! He clung to a post to stay his pace, But the leg remorseless kept up the chase. Ri too ral, loo ral, &c. Then he called to some men with all his might, "Oh, stop me, or I'm murdered quite !” But though they heard him aid invite, He in less than a minute was out of sight. He ran o'er hill, Ri too ral, loo ral, &c. ve date, and plain, To ease his wears nes he fain Did throw himself down, but all in vain, The leg got up and was off again. Ri too ral, loo ral, &c. He walked of days and nights a score, Ri too ral, loo ral, &c. In Holland sometimes he comes in sight, No cash did the artist's skill requite, Ri too ral, loo ral, &c. My tale I've told both plain and free, Ri too ral, loo ral, &c. ABOUT LONG ENOUGH. THE cloth taken out, and fresh liquor brought in, When a man's once knock'd down there's no saying I wo'n't, He may sing if he likes, and he must if he don't. Tol de rol, &c. That point being settled, I come to the next, Tol de rol, &c. Should my song treat of playsiou'll call it a pillAnd ask, can I think such good ompany ill; Should I sing about law, 'twould your patience offend, For with that once begin, you'll ne'er find an end. Tol de rol, &c. |