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Page 134 - If he laid his hat aside, ho might have some difficulty in lighting on it again, so many changes occurred during the evening. At first there was great staidness of behaviour, even on the part of those who were known as bucks, or regular frequenters of ale houses and tents of fairs. The young girls were particularly silent and attentive to all Mr. Tench's motions and little speeches, as they sat with their silk or cotton handkerchiefs modestly covering neck and bosom, and their braided hair turned...
Page 363 - I'll find my angel boy !" THE DEAR IRISH BOY. MY CON>TOR, his cheeks are as ruddy as morning, The brightest of pearls do but mimic his teeth ; While nature with ringlets his mild brows adorning, His hair Cupid's bow-strings, and roses his breath. Smiling, beguiling, Cheering, endearing, Together how oft o'er the mountains we stray'd ; By each other delighted, And fondly united, I have listened all day to my dear Irish boy. No roebuck more swift could fly over the mountain, No veteran bolder meet...
Page 73 - The reason my love slights me, as you may understand, Because she has a freehold, and I have no land, She has a great store of riches and a large sum of gold, And everything fitting a house to uphold. So adieu, my dear father, adieu, my dear mother, Farewell to my sister, farewell to my brother ; I'm going to America, my fortune for to try ; When I think upon Bunclody, I'm ready for to die ! ANONYMOUS.
Page 364 - The dark- screaming owl impedes my night's sleep, While lonely I walk in the shade of the evening, Till my. Connor's return I will ne'er cease to weep. Smiling, beguiling, &c. The war being over, and he not returned, I fear that some dark envious plot has been laid ; Or that some cruel goddess has him captivated, And left here to mourn his dear Irish maid. Smiling, beguiling, &c.
Page 203 - You gave it to me as a true lover's token, No longer with me, love, it shall remain." The bride she sat at the head of the table, The words he said she marked them right well ; To sit any longer she was not able, And down at the bridegroom's feet she fell. " One request I do make of you And I hope you will grant it to me, To lie this night in the arms of my mother, And ever, ever after to lie with thee.
Page 118 - ... hurling-matches your like we'll never see, Till you come back to us again, astore gra-gal-machree : And won't you throunce the buckeens that show us much disdain, Bekase our eyes are not so black as those you'll meet in Spain. If cruel fate will not permit our Johnny to return, His heavy loss we Bantry girls will never cease to mourn ; We'll resign ourselves to our sad lot, and die in grief and pain, (Since Johnny died for Ireland's pride in the foreign land of Spain, THE IRISHMEN OF TO-DAY.
Page 236 - I say, St. George, you lie, sir, Pull out your soord and thry, sir. Pull out your purse and pay, sir. I'll run my rapier through your body, and make you run away, sir.
Page 117 - Spain. The boys will sorely miss him, when Moneyhore comes round, And grieve that their bould captain is nowhere to be found; The peelers must stand idle, against their will and grain, For the valiant boy who gave them work now...
Page 242 - The wren, the wren, The king of all birds, On St. Stephen's Day • Was caught in the furze.
Page 364 - ... bow-strings, and roses his breath. Smiling, beguiling, Cheering, endearing, Together how oft o'er the mountains we stray'd ; By each other delighted, And fondly united, I have listened all day to my dear Irish boy. No roebuck more swift could fly over the mountain, No veteran bolder meet danger or scars, He's sightly, he's sprightly, he's clear as the fountain, His eyes beaming love, oh ! he's gone to the wars. Smiling, beguiling, &c. The soft tuneful lark, his notes changed to mourning, The...