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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. 9 |
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Again, again, the pealing drum, The clashing horn—they come, they come; Through rocky pass, o'er wooded steep, In iong and glittering flies they sweep; And nearer, nearer, yet more near, Their softened chorus meets the ear. Forth, forth, and meet them on their way, The trampling hoofs hrook no delay; With thrilling fife, and pealing drum, And clashing horn—they come, they come; - I see them, &c. &c. |
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THE IRISH HUSSAR.
In times not very old,
There lived a baron bold, Who kept a lovely daughter under bolt and bar.
He was naturally mild,
Till he found his only child
Had been bother'd and beguiled
By an Irish hussar. \
His castle wall was steep,
And the fos3 both wide and deep, And the lady's tower was lofty, as most ladies' tow«rs are:
But what foss or rampart stout,
E'er yet held young love out.
Or even put to rout A true Irish hussar?
On one wild and stormy night,
In that tower shone a light— 'Twas Love's own beacon bright, high o'er the elemental war.
Each sentry sought his box
Trusting all to wall and locks,
Little "drameing" what a fox Was an Irish hussar.
To the turret light, so true
A pebble lightly flew, When the wakeful maiden knew that her lover was not far:
Back o'er the rampart wall
She flung a silken ball,
Knowing well that it must fall Near her Irish hussar.
Soon, according to her hope,
She drew back a stair of rope, Which her own fair hands soon fasten'd to her window bar;
Whilst she heard a voice below
Whisper, "Wo, good Shamroy, wo.
Till she comes—then off I go. Like an Irish hussar."
Though the turret rose so high.
The true lover soon drew nigh, ■ When the maiden gave a sigh, to see the ground so far:
"Now, my love, come down with me!"
"But," says she, "love, Where's your key?"
"Hanging by my side," cries he, Like an Irish hussar.
This light laugh soothed her fears;
Soon she dried her maiden tears. Knowing well that a faint heart would now her fortune mar.
Soon beneath that tower they stood.
Where he found his charger good,
That would face both fire and blood ' With an Irish hussar.
"Now, mount, dear girl, with me."
"O, la! sweet love," cries she, "I looked, at least, to see a coach or jaunting car."
"Up! ma coleen gra," he cried, |
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