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212 National Music of the World.
courtly and poetical if they had to do with Hectoi and Andromache. Burns was not exempt from this tawdry taste: as when writing:—■
O saw ye bonnie Lesley,
As she gaed o'er the border, She*S gone like Alexander,
To spread her conquests further.
But the Hibernian rhymesters, besides being magnificent, have been in so small degree confused and have heaped together verbs, images, metaphors great names of antiquity, with a hardihood such a: I think has no parallel.
One of the most dismal Irish tunes in m) acquaintance—one of the few really dismal Irisl tunes that I know—is called the ' Dear Irish Maid. I think the tune to be nearly as dismal as our owi English Christmas Carol, the burden of which i: tidings of
practical comfort and joy.
The native words, as sung at Cork, to this tune form a long ballad, describing a walk 'At the hou of prime, when Morpheus was parting,' taken by ; minstrel in a 'vernal valley/ wherein he observe the charming heroine, whose perfections, and th course of his respectful wooing, he proceeds t< chronicle. I cannot resist citing a couple of verses