Oh! jewel, keep draming that same till you die, And bright morning will give dirty night the black lie! And 't is plaz'd that I am, and why not, to be sure? Since 't is all for good luck," says bold Rory O'More. Arrah, Kathleen, my darlint, you've teas'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 praste." 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 When everything smiles, should a beauty look glum? Och hone! Widow Machree. Now in couples agree; Widow Machree, and when winter comes in, Och hone! Widow Machree, To be poking the fire all alone is a sin, Full of family glee; Och hone! Widow Machree. And how do you know, with the comforts I've towld, Och hone! Widow Machree, But you're keeping some poor fellow out in the cowld? Och hone! Widow Machree. Without thinking to see Some ghost or some sprite, Crying, "Och hone! Widow Ma- Then take my advice, darling Widow Machree, Och hone! Widow Machree. And with my advice, faith I wish you'd take me, Och hone! Widow Machree. In whispering to me, Och hone! Widow Machree. SOGGARTH AROON Am I the slave they say, Soggarth aroon ? 1 Since you did show the way, Soggarth aroon, John Banim Their slave no more to be, Why not her poorest man, Try and do all he can, Her commands to fulfil Loyal and brave to you, Soggarth aroon, Nor, out of fear to you, Who, in the winter's night, When the cold blast did bite, Came to my cabin-door, Who, on the marriage day, Made the poor cabin gay, And did both laugh and sing, Who, as friend only met, And when my hearth was dim, Och you, and only you, Our love they'll never shake, Gerald Griffin A PLACE IN THY MEMORY A PLACE in thy memory, Dearest ! To pause and look back when thou hearest Remember me, not as a lover As the young bride remembers the mother O Dearest, remember me ! Could I be thy true lover, Dearest ! 1 Ságart arún - Priest, dear. SOUL AND COUNTRY ARISE, my slumbering soul! arise, The signs are flaming in the skies; The earthquake hath not yet been born Immortal Freedom's thunder horn Look round, my soul! and see, and say The will to smite, the power to slay, But, God! must yet the conqueror's sword It sounds a false, blaspheming word, To leave the world a name is nought: A name to waken lightning thought Napoleon sinks to-day before Truth's name alone shall man adore Helen Selina, Lady Dufferin LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMI- I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary, The corn was springin' fresh and green, The place is little changed, Mary, And the corn is green again; 'Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near The church where we were wed, Mary; I see the spire from here. But the graveyard lies between, Mary, And my step might break your rest For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep, With your baby on your breast. I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends; My blessin' and my pride: Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, When the trust in God had left my soul, gone; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow - I thank you for the patient smile I bless you for the pleasant word, When your heart was sad and sore- I'm biddin' you a long farewell, They say there 's bread and work for all, And the sun shines always there, And often in those grand old woods And the springin' corn, and the bright May morn, When first you were my bride. Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (LADY STIRLING-MAXWELL) WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS TOGETHER We have been friends together, In sunshine and in shade; Since first beneath the chestnut-trees In infancy we played. But coldness dwells within thy heart, We have been gay together; We have laugh'd at little jests; |