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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER.
WE HAVE LIVED AND LOVED TOGETHER.
We have lived and loved together.
Thro' man; changing years, We have shared each other's gladness,
And wept each other's tears. I have never known a sorrow,
That was long unsoothed by thee. For thy smile can make a summer,
Where winter else would be.
Like the leaves that fall around us
In autumn's fading hours, Are the traitor smiles that darken.
When the cloud of sorrow low'rs And tho' many such we've known, love,
Too prone, alas! to range, We both can speak of one Jove,
Whom time could never change.
We have lived and loved together,
Thro' many changing years, We have shared each other's gladness,
And wept each other's tears. And let us hope the future
As the past has been, will be, I will share with thee thy sorrows,
And thou thy joys with me.
WHEN TWILIGHT DEWS.
When twilight dews are falling soft
Upon the rosy lea, love, I watch the star, whose beam so oft '
Has lighted me to thee, love. And thou, too, on that orb so dear,
Ah, dost thou gaze at even; And think, tho' lost forever here,
Thou'It yet be mine in heaven.
There's not a garden-walk I tread,
There's not a flower I see, love, But brings to mind some hope that's fled.
Some joy I've lost with thee, love. And still I wish that hour was near,
When friends and foes forgiven, The pains, the ills we've wept thro' here
May turn to smiles in heaven.
LARRY M'HALE.
O! Larry M'Hale he had little to fear. And never could want when the crops didn't fall,
He'd a house and demense, and eight hundred a year, And a heart for to spend It, had Larry M'Hale!
The soul of a party, the life of a feast, An Ullgant song he could sing, I'll be ball;
He would ride with the rector, and drink with the prtest, 0! the broth of a boy was old Larry M'Hale.
It's little he cared for the Judge or recorder, His house was as big and as strong as a jail;
With a cruel four-pounder, he kept all In great order, He'd murder the country, would Larry M'Hale.