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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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O'DONNELL ABOO—Concluded. Princely O'Neill to our aid is advancing,
With many a chieftain and warrior-clan! A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are prancing, 'Neath the borders brave from the banks of the Bann. Many a heart shall quail Under its coat of mall; Deeply the merciless foeman shall rue. When on his ear shall ring, Borne on the breeze's wing, Tyrconnell's dread war cry—O'Donnell Aboo! |
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A SWEET IRISH GIRL.
If they talk about ladies, I'll tell them the plan
Of myself—to be sure, I'm a nate Irishman;
There is neither sultana nor foreign ma'mselle
That has charms to please me, or can coax me so weli
As the sweet Irish girl, so charming to see;
Och! a tight Irish girl is the darling for me.
And sing fllliloo, fire away, frisky she'll be,
Och I a sweet Irish girl is the darling for me:
For she's pretty.
She's witty,
She's hoaxing,
And coaxing,
She's smiling, Beguiling to see, to see:
She rattles,
She prattles,
She dances
And prances, Och! a sweet Irish girl is the darling for me. Now, some girls they are little, and some they are tall, Och, others are big, sure, and others are small; And some that are teasing, are bandy, I tell; Still none can please me, or can coax me so well As the dear Irish girl, so charming to see; Och! a sweet Irish girl is the darling for me. |
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ANGELS' WHISPER.
A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping, For her husbanr was far on the wide, raging sea,
And the tempest was swelling
'Round the fisherman's dwelling, And she cried, "Dermont, darling, oh! come back to me!"
Her beads while she number'd,
The baby still slumber'd, And smiled in her face as she bended her knee;
"Ob! bless'd be that warning,
My child, thy sleep adorning, For I know that the angels are whispering to thee.
"And while they are keeping
Bright watch o'er thy sleeping, Oh! pray to them softly, my baby, with me—
And say thou wouldst rather
They'd watch o'er thy father, For I know that the angels are whispering with thee."
The dawn of the morning
Saw Dermont returning, And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see,
And closely caressing
Her child, with a blessing, Said, "I knevr that the angels were whispering with thee." |
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